I Don't See How A Man Is

But What We Call Our Despair Is Often Only The Painful Eagerness Of Unfed Hope.

The Human Soul Is Hospitable, And Will Entertain Conflicting Sentiments And Contradictory Opinions With Much Impartiality.

A Good Solid Bit Of Work Lasts.

Man Finds His Pathways: At First They Were Foot-tracks, As Those Of The Beast In The Wilderness; Now They Are Swift And Invisible: His Thought Dives Through The Ocean, And His Wishes Thread The Air: Has He Found All The Pathways Yet? What Reaches Him, Stays With Him, Rules Him: He Must Accept It, Not Knowing Its Pathway.

Education Was Almost Entirely A Matter Of Luck — Usually Of Ill-luck — In Those Distant Days.