The Thoughts Of Youth Are Long, Long

Many People Do Not Allow Their Principles To Take Root, But Pull Them Up Every Now And Then, As Children Do The Flowers They Have Planted, To See If They Are Growing.

My Designs And Labors And Aspirations Are My Only Friends.

And So We Plough Along, As The Fly Said To The Ox.

The Country Is Not Priest-ridded, But Press-ridden.

Who Dares To Say That He Alone Has Found The Truth?