What Is Life, But One

I've Always Noticed That Nobody Can Be Single-minded Who Isn't Narrow-minded; And I Think It Likely That People Who Aren't So Cocksure What They Want To Do With Themselves, Hesitate Because They Have A Great Deal More To Deal With. A Nature Rich In Fine And Complex Possibilities Takes More Time To Dispose Of Itself, But When It Does, The World's Beauty Is The Gainer.

Compared With More Emotional Types, Vermonters Seem To Have Few Passions. But Those They Have Are Great And Burning. The Greatest Is Their Conviction That Without Freedom Human Life Is Not Worth Living.

Vermont Tradition Is Based On The Idea That Group Life Should Leave Each Person As Free As Possible To Arrange His Own Life. This Freedom Is The Only Climate In Which (we Feel) A Human Being May Create His Own Happiness. ... Character Itself Lies Deep And Secret Below The Surface, Unknown And Unknowable By Others. It Is The Mysterious Core Of Life, Which Every Man Or Woman Has To Cope With Alone, To Live With, To Conquer And Put In Order, Or To Be Defeated By.

One Reason We Haven't Any National Art Is Because We Have Too Much Magnificence. All Our Capacity For Admiration Is Used Up On The Splendor Of Palace-like Railway Stations And Hotels. Our National Tympanum Is So Deafened By That Blare Of Sumptuousness That We Have No Ears For The Still, Small Voice Of Beauty.

Professional Psychologists Seem To Think That They Are The Only People Who Make Sense Out Of Human Actions. The Rest Of Us Know That Everybody Tries To Do Just This. What Else Is Gossip?