Every Man's Reason Is Sufficient

We Live Ruins Amid Ruins.

All Violence, All That Is Dreary And Repels, Is Not Power, But The Absence Of Power.

The Interminable Forests Should Become Graceful Parks, For Use And Delight.

And What Fastens Attention, In The Intercourse Of Life, Like Any Passage Betraying Affection Between Two Parties? Perhaps We Never Saw Them Before, And Never Shall Meet Them Again. But We See Them Exchange A Glance, Or Betray A Deep Emotion, And We Are No Longer Strangers. We Understand Them, And Take The Warmest Interest In The Development Of The Romance. All Mankind Love A Lover.

We Are Imprisoned In Life In The Company Of Persons Powerfully Unlike Us.