Self-consciousness Of The Manner Is

It Will Never Rain Roses: When We Want To Have More Roses We Must Plant More Trees.

To Have In General But Little Feeling, Seems To Be The Only Security Against Feeling Too Much On Any Particular Occasion.

The Great River-courses Which Have Shaped The Lives Of Men Have Hardly Changed; And Those Other Streams, The Life-currents That Ebb And Flow In Human Hearts, Pulsate To The Same Great Needs, The Same Great Loves And Terrors. As Our Thought Follows Close In The Slow Wake Of The Dawn, We Are Impressed With The Broad Sameness Of The Human Lot, Which Never Alters In The Main Headings Of Its History--hunger And Labour, Seed-time And Harvest, Love And Death.

All Things Except Reason And Order Are Possible With A Mob.

The Nature O' Things Doesn't Change, Though It Seems As If One's Own Life Was Nothing But Change.