Every Person Has His Or Her Own

Lose Yourself In Nature And Find Peace

First Be A Good Animal.

The Etymologist Finds The Deadest Word To Have Been Once A Brilliant Picture. Language Is Fossil Poetry. As The Limestone Of The Continent Consists Of Infinite Masses Of The Shells Of Animalcules, So Language Is Made Up Of Images Or Tropes, Which Now, In Their Secondary Use, Have Long Ceased To Remind Us Of Their Poetic Origin.

The Lover Of Letters Loves Power Too.

Men Love To Wonder, And That Is The Seed Of Science.