Ugliness Without Tact Is Horrible.

I Want Nothing To Do With Politicians. Their Hearts Wither Away, And Die Out Of Their Bodies. Their Consciences Are Turned To India-rubber, Or To Some Substance As Black As That, And Which Will Stretch As Much.

The Trees Reflected In The River - They Are Unconscious Of A Spiritual World So Near To Them. So Are We.

You Can Get Assent To Almost Any Proposition So Long As You Are Not Going To Do Anything About It.

But, All This While, I Was Giving Myself Very Unnecessary Alarm. Providence Had Mediated Better Things For Me Than I Could Possibly Imagine For Myself.

Life Is Made Up Of Marble And Mud.