There Can Never Be Deep Peace Between

Knowledge Is The Knowing That We Cannot Know.

Great Hearts Steadily Send Forth The Secret Forces That Incessantly Draw Great Events.

Alas For America As I Must So Often Say, The Ungirt, The Diffuse, The Profuse, Procumbent, One Wide Ground Juniper, Out Of Which No Cedar, No Oak Will Rear Up A Mast To The Clouds! It All Runs To Leaves, To Suckers, To Tendrils, To Miscellany. The Air Is Loaded With Poppy, With Imbecility, With Dispersion, & Sloth.

There Are No Days In Life So Memorable As Those Which Vibrate To Some Stroke Of The Imagination.

What You Set Your Heart Upon, Surely Shall Be Yours.