Leisure Only Means A Chance To Do

The Root Of Joy, As Of Duty, Is To Put All One's Powers Towards Some Great End.

The Advice Of The Elders To Young Men Is Very Apt To Be As Unreal As A List Of The Hundred Best Books.

On Every Stem, On Every Leaf,... And At The Root Of Everything That Grew, Was A Professional Specialist In The Shape Of Grub, Caterpillar, Aphis, Or Other Expert, Whose Business It Was To Devour That Particular Part.

Old Age Is Like An Opium Dream. Nothing Seems Real Except The Unreal.

And Silence, Like A Poultice, Comes To Heal The Blows Of Sound.