For Everything You Have Missed, You Have

Talent Is Commonly Developed At The Expense Of Character.

We Seek Our Friend Not Sacredly, But With An Adulterate Passion Which Would Appropriate Him To Ourselves.

If I Am The Devil's Child, I Will Live Then, By The Devil.

She Shows Us Only Surfaces, But She Is Million-fathoms Deep.

The Poise Of A Plant, The Bended Tree Recovering Itself From The Strong Wind, The Vital Resources Of Every Vegetable And Animal, Are Also Demonstrations Of The Self-sufficing, And Therefore Self-relying Soul. All History From Its Highest To Its Trivial Passages Is The Various Record Of This Power.