A Good Deal Of Our Politics Is

The Ship Of Heaven Guides Itself And Will Not Accept A Wooden Rudder.

Language Is A City To The Building Of Which Every Human Being Brought A Stone.

The Love Of Novels Is The Preference Of Sentiment To The Senses.

Beauty Brings Its Own Fancy Price, For All That A Man Hath Will He Give For His Love.

We Honor The Rich Because They Have Externally The Freedom, Power, And Grace Which We Feel To Be Proper To Man, Proper To Us.