True Friends, Like Ivy And The Wall

Show Me The Man You Honor; I Know By That Symptom, Better Than By Any Other, What Kind Of Man You Yourself Are. For You Show Me There What Your Ideal Of Manhood Is; What Kind Of Man You Long Inexpressibly To Be.

The Actual Well Seen Is Ideal.

O Poor Mortals, How Ye Make This Earth Bitter For Each Other.

Even In The Meanest Sorts Of Labor, The Whole Soul Of A Man Is Composed Into A Kind Of Real Harmony The Instant He Sets Himself To Work.

He Who Could Foresee Affairs Three Days In Advance Would Be Rich For Thousands Of Years.