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In April 1882 My Father Died; And I Was At Once Whirled Out Of My Land Of Dreams Into A Very Different Sphere.

What Is The Good Of Life If Its Chief Element, And That Which Must Always Be Its Chief Element, Is Odious? No, The Only True Economy Is To Arrange So That Your Daily Labor Shall Be Itself A Joy.

Making A Choice Is Like Backing A Horse - In A Hundred Years, They May Decide You Picked Wrongly.

When He Was Twenty-three Or Twenty-four My Father Began To Learn German And Read Philosophy In His Spare Hours, Which Did Not Look As Though He Were Destined To Remain Long On Board Ship!

Let Your Mind Be Quiet, Realizing The Beauty Of The World, And The Immense Boundless Treasures That It Holds.