All My Best Thoughts Were Stolen By

I Do Then With My Friends As I Do With My Books. I Would Have Them Where I Can Find Them, But I Seldom Use Them.

In The Woods We Return To Reason And Faith.

The Household Is A School Of Power. There, Within The Door, Learn The Tragi-comedy Of Human Life.

My Life Is Superficial, Takes No Root In The Deep World; I Ask, When Shall I Die, And Be Relieved Of The Responsibility Of Seeinga Universe Which I Do Not Use? I Wish To Exchange This Flash-of-lightning Faith For Continuous Daylight, This Fever-glow For A Benign Climate.

There Are Always Two Parties; The Establishment And The Movement.