A System-grinder Hates The Truth.

People Seem Sheathed In Their Tough Organization.

Commit A Crime, And The Earth Is Made Of Glass.

In Private Places, Among Sordid Objects, An Act Of Truth Or Heroism Seems At Once To Draw To Itself The Sky As Its Temple, The Sun As Its Cradle. Nature Stretches Out Her Arms To Embrace Man, Only Let His Thoughts Be Of Equal Greatness.

The Have A Good Friend Is One Of The Greatest Delights Of Life.

Go Into One Of Our Cool Churches, And Begin To Count The Words That Might Be Spared, And In Most Places The Entire Sermon Will Go.