A Man Does Not Plant A Tree

The Spot Of Ground On Which A Man Has Stood Is Forever Interesting To Him.

There Is Nothing Good In This World Which Time Does Not Improve.

Vanity In Its Idler Moments Is Benevolent, Is As Willing To Give Pleasure As To Take It, And Accepts As Sufficient Reward For Its Services A Kind Word Or An Approving Smile.

In The Entire Circle Of The Year There Are No Days So Delightful As Those Of A Fine October, When The Trees Are Bare To The Mild Heavens, And The Red Leaves Bestrew The Road, And You Can Feel The Breath Of Winter, Morning And Evening - No Days So Calm, So Tenderly Solemn, And With Such A Reverent Meekness In The Air.

If You Wish To Make A Man Look Noble, Your Best Course Is To Kill Him. What Superiority He May Have Inherited From His Race, What Superiority Nature May Have Personally Gifted Him With, Comes Out In Death.