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Life Consists In What A Man Is Thinking Of All Day.

The Force Of Character Is Cumulative.

The Etymologist Finds The Deadest Word To Have Been Once A Brilliant Picture.

I Am The Lover Of Uncontained And Immortal Beauty. In The Wilderness, I Find Something More Dear And Connate Than In Streets Or Villages. In The Tranquil Landscape, And Especially In The Distant Line Of The Horizon, Man Beholds Somewhat As Beautiful As His Own Nature.

Wherever A Man Comes, There Comes Revolution. The Old Is For Slaves.