Nations Touch At Their Summits.

Our Law Very Often Reminds One Of Those Outskirts Of Cities Where You Cannot For A Long Time Tell How The Streets Come To Wind About In So Capricious And Serpent-like A Manner. At Last It Strikes You That They Grew Up, House By House, On The Devious Tracks Of The Old Green Lanes; And If You Follow On To The Existing Fields, You May Often Find The Change Half Complete.

Whenever Two People Meet, There Are Really Six People Present. There Is Each Man As He Sees The Greatest Pleasure In Life Is Doing What People Say You Cannot Do.

There Seems To Be An Unalterable Contradiction Between The Human Mind And Its Employments. How Can A Soul Be A Merchant? What Relation To An Immortal Being Have The Price Of Linseed, The Brokerage On Hemp? Can An Undying Creature Debit Petty Expenses And Charge For Carriage Paid? The Soul Ties Its Shoes; The Mind Washes Its Hands In A Basin. All Is Incongruous.

A Parliament Is Nothing Less Than A Big Meeting Of More Or Less Idle People.

We See But One Aspect Of Our Neighbor, As We See But One Side Of The Moon; In Either Case There Is Also A Dark Half, Which Is Unknown To Us. We All Come Down To Dinner, But Each Has A Room To Himself.