We Lived Within Two Hundred Yards Of

My Ideas Had Been Taking A Socialistic Shape For Many Years; But They Were Lacking In Definite Outline.

Making A Choice Is Like Backing A Horse - In A Hundred Years, They May Decide You Picked Wrongly.

In April 1882 My Father Died; And I Was At Once Whirled Out Of My Land Of Dreams Into A Very Different Sphere.

Let Your Mind Be Quiet, Realizing The Beauty Of The World, And The Immense Boundless Treasures That It Holds.

I Might Have Simply Settled Down Into An Armchair Literary Life. I Really Don't Know Exactly Why I Didn't.