Every Thought Is Public, Every Nook Is

A Child Is A Curly, Dimpled Lunatic.

We Resent All Criticism Which Denies Us Anything That Lies In Our Line Of Advance.

A Man In Debt Is So Far A Slave.

Nature Is Sanative, Refining, Elevating. How Cunningly She Hides Every Wrinkle Of Her Inconceivable Antiquity Under Roses, And Violets, And Morning Dew! Every Inch Of The Mountains Is Scarred By Unimaginable Convulsions, Yet The New Day Is Purple With The Bloom Of Youth And Love.

Every Man Is Entitled To Be Valued By His Best Moment.