Our Strength Grows Out Of Our Weakness.

Passion, Though A Bad Regulator, Is A Powerful Spring.

The Field Cannot Be Well Seen From Within The Field. The Astronomer Must Have His Diameter Of The Earth's Orbit As A Base To Fix The Parallax Of Any Other Star

A Weed Is A Plant Whose Virtue Is Not Yet Known.

So Each Man, Like Each Plant, Has His Parasites. A Strong, Astringent, Bilious Nature Has More Truculent Enemies Than The Slugs And Moths That Fret My Leaves. Such A One Has Curculios, Borers, Knife-worms; A Swindler Ate Him First, Then A Client, Then A Quack, Then Smooth, Plausible Gentlemen, Bitter And Selfish As Moloch.

In This Great Society Wide Lying Around Us, A Critical Analysis Would Find Very Few Spontaneous Actions. It Is Almost All Custom And Gross Sense.