It Is Always Good Men

My Favorite Figure Of The American Author Is That Of A Man Who Breeds A Favorite Dog, Which He Throws Into The Mississippi River For The Pleasure Of Making A Splash. The River Does Not Splash, But It Drowns The Dog.

Boys Naturally Look On All Force As An Enemy.

One Friend In A Life-time Is Much; Two Are Many; Three Are Hardly Possible. Friendship Needs A Certain Parallelism Of Life, A Community Of Thought, A Rivalry Of Aim.

That The American, By Temperament, Worked To Excess, Was True; Work And Whiskey Were His Stimulants; Work Was A Form Of Vice; But He Never Cared Much For Money Or Power After He Earned Them.

For After All Man Knows Mighty Little, And May Some Day Learn Enough Of His Own Ignorance To Fall Down Again And Pray. Not That Icare. Only, If Such Is God's Will, And Fate And Evolution--let There Be God!