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The Breed Is More Than The Pasture. As You Know, The Cuckoo Lays Her Eggs In Any Bird's Nest; It May Be Hatched Among Blackbirds Or Robins Or Thrushes, But It Is Always A Cuckoo. ... A Man Cannot Deliver Himself From His Ancestors.

But What Do We Know Of The Heart Nearest To Our Own? What Do We Know Of Our Own Heart?

When We Leave Society And Come Into The Presence Of Nature, We Become Children Again; And The Fictions Of Thought And Action Assumed Among Men Drop Off Like A Garment.

Laughter Is Always Fatal To Feeling.

What Is Unreasonable Is Irrefutable.