We Go All Wrong By Too Strenuous

Sunlight Is Painting.

It Is My Opinion That A Man's Soul May Be Buried And Perish Under A Dung-heap, Or In A Furrow Field, Just As Well As Under A Pile Of Money.

A Hero Cannot Be A Hero Unless In A Heroic World.

It Is A Curious Subject Of Observation And Inquiry, Whether Hatred And Love Be Not The Same Thing At Bottom.

Come, Therefore, And Let Us Fling Mud At Them!