Every Man At The Bottom Of His

And Where The Deepest Current Crawls/ Like Thistledown The Dainty Fly Falls./ Then From The Depths A Silver Gleam/ Quick Flashes, Like A Jewel Bright./ Up Through The Waters Of The Stream/ An Instant Visible To Sight/ As Lightning Cleaves To Sombre Sky/ A Rainbow Rises To The Fly.

Fortunately For Mankind The Brain In A Life Of Action Turns More To The Matter In Hand Than To Conjuring Up The Chances Of The Future.

Civilization Is A Conspiracy. Modern Life Is The Silent Compact Of Comfortable Folk To Keep Up Pretences.

We Can Pay Our Debts To The Past By Putting The Future In Debt To Ourselves.

I Was A Peaceful Sedentary Man, A Lover Of A Quiet Life, With No Appetite For Perils And Commotions. But I Was Beginning To Realise That I Was Very Obstinate.