Persecution Is A Very Easy Form Of

I Have Often Thought What A Melancholy World This Would Be Without Children, And What An Inhuman World Without The Aged.

To Carry Feelings Of Childhood Into The Powers Of Adulthood, To Combine The Child's Sense Of Wonder And Novelty With The Appearances Which Every Day For Years Has Rendered Familiar, This Is The Character And Privilege Of Genius, And One Of The Marks Which Distinguish It From Talent.

The Once Red Leaf, The Last Of Its Clan, That Dances As Often As Dance It Can.

Poetry Has Been To Me Its Own Exceeding Great Reward; It Has Given Me The Habit Of Wishing To Discover The Good And Beautiful In All That Meets And Surrounds Me.

Force Yourself To Reflect On What You Read, Paragraph By Paragraph.