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I Fear I Have Not One Good Word To Say This Fair Morning, Though The Sun Shines So Encouragingly On The Distant Hills And Gentle River And The Trees Are In Their Festive Hues. I Am Not Festive, Though Contented. When Obliged To Give Myself To The Prose Of Life, As I Am On This Occasion Of Being Established In A New Home I Like To Do The Thing, Wholly And Quite, - To Weave My Web For The Day Solely From The Grey Yarn.

In Order That She May Be Able To Give Her Hand With Dignity, She Must Be Able To Stand Alone.

Beware Of Over-great Pleasure In Being Popular Or Even Beloved.

The Greeks Saw Everything In Forms Which We Are Trying To Ascertain As Law, And Classify As Cause.

How Many Persons Must There Be Who Cannot Worship Alone Since They Are Content With So Little.