All That Is Alive Tends Toward Color,

It Seems To Me That Every Phenomenon, Every Fact, Itself Is The Really Interesting Object. Whoever Explains It, Or Connects It With Other Events, Usually Only Amuses Himself Or Makes Sport Of Us, As, For Instance, The Naturalist Or Historian. But A Single Action Or Event Is Interesting, Not Because It Is Explainable, But Because It Is True.

Opponents Fancy They Refute Us When They Repeat Their Own Opinion And Pay No Attention To Ours.

Rash Combat Oft Immortalizes Man; If He Should Fall, He Is Renowned In Song; But After-ages Reckon Not The Ceaseless Tears Which The Forsaken Woman Sheds. Poets Tell Us Not Of The Many Nights Consumed In Weeping, Or Of The Dreary Days Wherein Her Anguished Soul Vainly Yearns To Call Her Loved One Back.

Seldom In The Business And Transactions Of Ordinary Life, Do We Find The Sympathy We Want.

Words Are Good, But There Is Something Better. The Best Cannot Be Explained By Words. The Spirit In Which We Act Is The Chief Matter. Action Can Only Be Only Understood And Represented By The Spirit.