A Man Must Thank His Defects, And

I Am Ready To Die Out Of Nature, And Be Born Again Into This New Yet Unapproachable America I Have Found In The West.

To Believe In Luck, If It Were Not A Solecism So To Use The Word Believe, Is Skepticism.

Philosophically Considered, The Universe Is Composed Of Nature And The Soul.

We Are The Prisoners Of Ideas. They Catch Us Up For Moments Into Their Heaven, And So Fully Engage Us, That We Take No Thought Forthe Morrow, Gaze Like Children, Without An Effort To Make Them Our Own.

No Great Man Ever Complains Of Want Of Opportunity.