What I Need Is Someone Who Will

Where Do We Find Ourselves? In A Series Of Which We Do Not Know The Extremes, And Believe That It Has None. We Wake And Find Ourselves On A Stair; There Are Stairs Below Us, Which We Seem To Have Ascended; There Are Stairs Above Us, Many A One, Which Go Upward And Out Of Sight.

In Every Man's Memory, With The Hours When Life Culminated Are Usually Associated Certain Books Which Met His Views.

Whatever Limits Us We Call Fate.

In The Country, Without Any Interference From The Law, The Agricultural Life Favors The Permanence Of Families.

Beauty Rests On Necessities.