A Weed Is A Plant

Let The River Roll Which Way It Will, Cities Will Rise On Its Banks.

Our Friendships Hurry To Short And Poor Conclusions, Because We Have Made Them A Texture Of Wine And Dreams, Instead Of The Toughfibre Of The Human Heart. The Laws Of Friendship Are Austere And Eternal, Of One Web With The Laws Of Nature And Of Morals.

Nature Is Saturated With Deity.

I Have Heard That Whoever Loves Is In No Condition Old.

The Nonconformist And The Rebel Say All Manner Of Unanswerable Things Against The Existing Republic, But Discover To Our Sense No Plan Of House Or State Of Their Own.