My Good Hoe As It Bites The

Self-reliance Is Its Aversion. It Loves Not Realities And Creators, But Names And Customs.

Self Trust Is The Essence Of Heroism.

Every Evil To Which We Do Not Succumb Is A Benefactor.

Sunday Is The Core Of Our Civilization, Dedicated To Thought And Reverence.

Our Moods Do Not Believe In Each Other. To-day I Am Full Of Thoughts, And Can Write What I Please. I See No Reason Why I Should Not Have The Same Thought, The Same Power Of Expression, To-morrow. What I Write, Whilst I Write It, Seems The Most Natural Thing In The World; But Yesterday I Saw A Dreary Vacuity In This Direction In Which Now I See So Much; And A Month Hence, I Doubt Not, I Shall Wonder Who He Was That Wrote So Many Continuous Pages. Alas For This Infirm Faith, This Will Not Strenuous, This Vast Ebb Of A Vast Flow! I Am God In Nature; I Am A Weed By The Wall.