The Vain Being Is The Really Solitary

The Silver-leaved Birch Retains In Its Old Age A Soft Bark; There Are Some Such Men.

What Will People Say-in These Words Lies The Tyranny Of The World, The Whole Destruction Of Our Natural Disposition, The Oblique Vision Of Our Minds. These Four Words Hold Sway Everywhere.

We Consider It Tedious To Talk Of The Weather, And Yet There Is Nothing More Important.

In Nature There Is No Dirt, Everything Is In The Right Condition; The Swamp And The Worm, As Well As The Grass And The Bird,-all Is There For Itself.

Truly, One Gets Easier Accustomed To A Silken Bed Than To A Sack Of Leaves.