Most People Who Travel Look Only At

No Synonym For God Is So Perfect As Beauty.

Nothing Can Be Done Well At A Speed Of Forty Miles A Day. The Multitude Of Mixed, Novel Impressions Rapidly Piled On One Another Make Only A Dreamy, Bewildering, Swirling Blur, Most Of Which Is Unrememberable.

I Always Enjoyed The Hearty Society Of A Snowstorm.

Surely All God's People, However Serious Or Savage, Great Or Small, Like To Play.

When You Tug At A Single Thing In The Universe, You'll Find Its Attached To Everything Else.