A Man In A Cave Or In

Converse With A Mind That Is Grandly Simple, And Literature Looks Like Word-catching. The Simplest Utterances Are Worthiest To Bewritten, Yet Are They So Cheap, And So Things Of Course, That, In The Infinite Riches Of The Soul, It Is Like Gathering A Few Pebbles Off The Ground, Or Bottling A Little Air In A Phial, When The Whole Earth And The Whole Atmosphere Are Ours.

A Friend May Well Be Reckoned The Masterpiece Of Nature.

It Depends Little On The Object, Much On The Mood, In Art.

The Only Right Is What Is After My Constitution; The Only Wrong Is What Is Against It.

The Force Of Character Is Cumulative.