The Street Is Full Of Humiliations To

We Swim, Day By Day, On A River Of Delusions, And Are Effectually Amused With Houses And Towns In The Air, Of Which The Men Aboutus Are Dupes. But Life Is A Sincerity.

Let Every Man Shovel Out His Own Snow And The Whole City Will Be Passable.

In The Woods We Return To Reason And Faith.

A Day For Toil, An Hour For Sport, But For A Friend Is Life Too Short.

Keep Cool: It Will Be All One A Hundred Years Hence.