Speech Is Often Barren; But

Might, Could, Would - They Are Contemptible Auxiliaries.

Wear A Smile And Have Friends; Wear A Scowl And Have Wrinkles.

A Human Life, I Think, Should Be Well Rooted In Some Spot Of A Native Land, Where It May Get The Love Of Tender Kinship For The Face Of Earth, For The Labors Men Go Forth To, For The Sounds And Accents That Haunt It, For Whatever Will Give That Early Home A Familiar, Unmistakable Difference Amidst The Future Widening Of Knowledge.

Starting A Long Way Off The True Point, And Proceeding By Loops And Zigzags , We Now And Then Arrive Just Where We Ought To Be.

Nature Repairs Her Ravages,--repairs Them With Her Sunshine And With Human Labor.