We Reap What We Sow, But Nature

Trouble's Made Us Kin.

Our Vanities Differ As Our Noses Do: All Conceit Is Not The Same Conceit, But Varies In Correspondence With The Minutiae Of Mental Make In Which One Of Us Differs From Another.

The Finest Language Is Mostly Made Up Of Simple Unimposing Words.

After All, People May Really Have In Them Some Vocation Which Is Not Quite Plain To Themselves, May They Not? They May Seem Idle And Weak Because They Are Growing. We Should Be Very Patient With Each Other, I Think.

We Are Not Apt To Fear For The Fearless, When We Are Companions In Their Danger.