All Life Is A Nap. The More

The Exceptional Life Depends Not On Working Harder, But On Different, Even Opposite, Actions From Habit And The Crowd.

To The Young Mind Every Thing Is Individual, Stands By Itself. By And By, It Finds How To Join Two Things And See In Them One Nature; Then Three, Then Three Thousand; And So, Tyrannized Over By Its Own Unifying Instinct, It Goes On Tying Things Together, Diminishing Anomalies, Discovering Roots Running Under Ground Whereby Contrary And Remote Things Cohere And Flower Out From One Stem.

I Read The Other Day Some Verses Written By An Eminent Painter Which Were Original And Not Conventional.

Why Should We Fear To Be Crushed By Savage Elements, We Who Are Made Up Of The Same Elements?

It Is Very Unhappy, But Too Late To Be Helped, The Discovery We Have Made, That We Exist