There Are Three Schoolmasters For Everybody That

Genius Unexerted Is No More Genius Than A Bushel Of Acorns Is A Forest Of Oaks.

The Dog Is The God Of Frolic.

In America There Is Not One Single Element Of Civilization That Is Not Made To Depend, In The End, Upon Public Opinion.

Every Green Thing Loves To Die In Bright Colors. The Vegetable Cohorts March Glowing Out Of The Year In Flaming Dresses, As If To Leave This Earth Were A Triumph And Not A Sadness. It Is Never Nature That Is Sad, But Only We, That Dare Not Look Back On The Past, And That Have Not Its Prophecy Of The Future In Our Bosoms.

It Is Defeat That Turns Bone To Flint, Gristle To Muscle, And Makes Men Invincible.