A Recluse Without Books And Ink Is

Second To Agriculture, Humbug Is The Biggest Industry Of Our Age.

To His Sister-in-law: What A Contrast Between Us! You Live A Warm And Glowing Life, Surrounded By Loved Ones Whom You Care For And Who Care For You; You Are Anchored In Contentment. I Drift About Without Rudder Or Compass, A Wreck On The Sea Of Life; I Have No Memories To Cheer Me, No Pleasant Illusions Of The Future To Comfort Me, Or About Me To Satisfy My Vanity. I Have No Family To Furnish The Only Kind Of Survival That Concerns Us, No Friends For The Wholesome Development Of My Affections, Or Enemies For My Malice.

Nature Is Man's Teacher. She Unfolds Her Treasures To His Search, Unseals His Eye, Illumes His Mind, And Purifies His Heart; An Influence Breathes From All The Sights And Sounds Of Her Existence.

The Truthful Man Is Usually A Liar.

Hope Is Nature's Veil For Hiding Truth's Nakedness.