Before Man Made Us Citizens,

Fate Loves Best Such Syllables As Are Sweet And Sonorous On The Tongue.

And The Poorest Twig On The Elm-tree Was Ridged Inch Deep With Pearl.

Stern Men With Empires In Their Brains.

I Willingly Confess To So Great A Partiality For Trees As Tempts Me To Respect A Man In Exact Proportion To His Respect For Them.

Life Is Constantly Weighing Us In Very Sensitive Scales, And Telling Every One Of Us Precisely What His Real Weight Is To The Last Grain Of Dust.