Races And Nations Are Thus Ever Ready

I Meant To Do My Work Today But A Brown Bird Sang In The Apple Tree And A Butterfly Flitted Across The Field And All The Leaves Were Calling Me.

All Wines Are By Their Very Nature Full Of Reminiscence, The Golden Tears And Red Blood Of Summers That Are Gone.

Races And Nations Are Thus Ever Ready To Believe The Worst Of One Another.

Though Actually The Work Of Man's Hands - Or, More Properly Speaking, The Work Of His Travelling Feet, - Roads Have Long Since Come To Seem So Much A Part Of Nature That We Have Grown To Think Of Them As A Feature Of The Landscape No Less Natural Than Rocks And Trees.

There Is Something Mean In Human Nature That Prefers To Think Evil, That Gives A Willing Ear And A Ready Welcome To Calumny, A Sort Of Jealousy Of Goodness And Greatness And Things Of Good Report.