A New Degree Of Intellectual Power Seems

Music Is The Poor Man's Parnassus.

Postpone Not Your Life.

We Shun The Rugged Battle Of Fate Where Strength Is Born.

A Man Must Be Clothed With Society, Or We Shall Feel A Certain Bareness And Poverty, As Of A Displaced And Unfurnished Member. He Is To Be Dressed In Arts And Institutions, As Well As In Body Garments. Now And Then A Man Exquisitely Made Can Live Alone, And Must; But Coop Up Most Men And You Undo Them.

People Destined To Meet Will Do So, Apparently By Chance, At Precisely The Right Moment.