To Be Great, You Must

I Am Constrained Every Moment To Acknowledge A Higher Origin For Events Than The Will I Call Mine.

The Aid We Can Give Each Other Is Only Incidental, Lateral, And Sympathetic.

In The Woods We Return To Reason And Faith.

But What Help From These Fineries Or Pedantries? What Help From Thought? Life Is Not Dialectics. We, I Think, In These Times, Have Had Lessons Enough Of The Futility Of Criticism.

Nothing Can Be Colder Than His Head, When The Lightnings Of His Imagination Are Playing In The Sky.