And If A Friend Does You Wrong,

We Do Not Belong To Those Who Only Get Their Thought From Books, Or At The Prompting Of Books, -- It Is Our Custom To Think In The Open Air, Walking, Leaping, Climbing, Or Dancing On Lonesome Mountains By Preference, Or Close To The Sea, Where Even The Paths Become Thoughtful.

My Wisdom Has Long Accumulated Like A Cloud, It Becomes Stiller And Darker. So Does All Wisdom Which Shall One Day Bear Lightnings.

That Grand Drama In A Hundred Acts, Which Is Reserved For The Next Two Centuries Of Europe-the Most Terrible, Most Questionable And Perhaps Also The Most Hopeful Of All Dramas.

The Man Who Does Not Wish To Be One Of The Mass Only Needs To Cease To Be Easy On Himself.

A Book Calls For Pen, Ink, And A Writing Desk; Today The Rule Is That Pen, Ink, And A Writing Desk Call For A Book.