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In The Life Of Each Of Us There Is A Place Remote And Islanded, And Given To Endless Regret Or Secret Happiness.

Such A Nice Day - Out All Day Up In The Carter Notch Direction, Trout-fishing, With The Long Drive There And The Long Drive Home Again In Time For Supper. It Was A Lovely Brook And I Caught Seven Good Trout And One Small One - Which Eight Trout-persons You Should Have For Your Breakfast If Only You Were Near Enough. It Was Not Alone The Fishing, But The Delightful Loneliness And Being Out Of Doors.

There's Some Herb That's Good For Everybody, Except For Them That Thinks They're Sick When They Ain't.

It Seems To Me Like Stealing, For Men And Women To Live In The World And Do Nothing To Make It Better.

It Is Only Unimaginative Persons Who Can Be Really Astonished. The Imagination Can Always Outrun The Possible And Actual Sights And Sounds Of The World.