There Is Something In The Place Where

That Larger Vision Is Certain To Make Clear The Value In Our Own Lives Of Service To Others.

A Tattered Copy Of Johnson's Large Dictionary Was A Great Delight To Me, On Account Of The Specimens Of English Versifications Which I Found In The Introduction. I Learned Them As If They Were So Many Poems. I Used To Keep This Old Volume Close To My Pillow; And I Amused Myself When I Awoke In The Morning By Reciting Its Jingling Contrasts Of Iambic And Trochaic And Dactylic Metre, And Thinking What A Charming Occupation It Must Be To "make Up" Verses.

A Journal Of The 'subjective' Kind I Have Always Thought Foolish, As Nurturing A Morbid Self -consciousness In The Writer; And Yet, Alone So Much As I Am, It Is Well To Have Some Sort Of A Ventilator From The Interior.

A Complete Autobiography Would Indeed Be A Picture Of The Outer And Inner Universe Photographed Upon One Little Life's Consciousness. For Does Not The Whole World, Seen And Unseen, Go To The Making Up Of Every Human Being?

I Don't Own An Inch Of Land, But All I See Is Mine.