Men, Like Peaches And Pears, Grow Sweet

The Joy Of Life Is To Put Out One's Power In Some Natural And Useful Or Harmless Way. There Is No Other. And The Real Misery Is Not To Do This.

The Language Of Judicial Decision Is Mainly The Language Of Logic. And The Logical Method And Form Flatter That Longing For Certainty And For Repose Which Is In Every Human Mind. But Certainty Generally Is Illusion, And Repose Is Not The Destiny Of Man.

The Foliage Has Been Losing Its Freshness Through The Month Of August, And Here And There A Yellow Leaf Shows Itself Like The First Gray Hair Amidst The Locks Of A Beauty Who Has Seen One Season Too Many.

Society Is Always Trying In Some Way To Grind Us Down To A Single Flat Surface.

For Him In Vain The Envious Seasons Roll Who Bears Eternal Summer In His Soul.