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Women Have, Commonly, A Very Positive Moral Sense; That Which They Will, Is Right; That Which They Reject, Is Wrong; And Their Will, In Most Cases, Ends By Settling The Moral.

The Gothic Is Singular In This; One Seems Easily At Home In The Renaissance; One Is Not Too Strange In The Byzantine; As For The Roman, It Is Ourselves; And We Could Walk Blindfolded Through Every Chink And Cranny Of The Greek Mind; All These Styles Seem Modern When We Come Close To Them; But The Gothic Gets Away.

[p]hilosophy . . .consists Chiefly In Suggesting Unintelligible Answers To Insoluble Problems.

The Spectacle [of American Politics] Resembles That Of Swarms Of Insects Changing From Worms To Wings. They Must Get The Wings Ordie. For Our Salvation, Mr. Wilbur Wright Is Providing Wings. He Will Also Have To Provide A New Insect To Use Them.

A New Friend Is Always A Miracle, But At Thirty-three Years Old, Such A Bird Of Paradise Rising In The Sage-brush Was An Avatar. One Friend In A Lifetime Is Much; Two Are Many; Three Are Hardly