People Who Wash Much Have

There Was Never A Man Born So Wise Or Good, But One Or More Companions Came Into The World With Him, Who Delight In His Faculty, And Report It. I Cannot See Without Awe, That No Man Thinks Alone And No Man Acts Alone, But The Divine Assessors Who Came Up With Him Into Life,--now Under One Disguise, Now Under Another,--like A Police In Citizen's Clothes, Walk With Him, Step For Step, Through All Kingdoms Of Time.

'well,' Said Red Jacket [to Someone Complaining That He Had Not Enough Time], 'i Suppose You Have All There Is.'

It Is Very Odd That Nature Should Be So Unscrupulous. She Is No Saint . . .

I Grieve That Grief Can Teach Me Nothing, Nor Carry Me One Step Into Real Nature.

The Riddle Of The Age Has For Each A Private Solution.