English History Is Aristocracy With The Doors

A Day Is A Miniature Eternity.

The Cold, Inconsiderate Of Persons, Tingles Your Blood, Benumbs Your Feet, Freezes A Man Like An Apple.

Every Mind Is Different; And The More It Is Unfolded, The More Pronounced Is That Difference.

The Stars Awaken A Certain Reverence, Because Though Always Present, They Are Inaccessible.

The Escape From All False Ties; Courage To Be What We Are; And Love Of What Is Simple And Beautiful; Independence, And Cheerful Relation, These Are The Essentials.