A Mountain With A Wolf On It

There Is A Time Of Life Somewhere Between The Sullen Fugues Of Adolescence And The Retrenchments Of Middle Age When Human Nature Becomes So Absolutely Absorbing One Wants To Be In The City Constantly, Even At The Height Of Summer.

There Often Seems To Be A Playfulness To Wise People, As If Either Their Equanimity Has As Its Source This Playfulness Or The Playfulness Flows From Equanimity; And They Can Persuade Other People Who Are In A State Of Agitation To Calm Down And Smile.

The Question Of Whether It's God's Green Earth Is Not At Center Stage, Except In The Sense That If So, One Is Reminded With Some Regularity That He May Be Dying.

Country People Tend To Consider That They Have A Corner On Righteousness And To Distrust Most Manifestations Of Cleverness, While People In The City Are Leery Of Righteousness But Ascribe To Themselves All Manner Of Cleverness.

A Mountain With A Wolf On It Stands A Little Taller.