Come What May, I Am Bound To

Perhaps, When A Man Has Special Knowledge And Special Powers Like My Own, It Rather Encourages Him To Seek A Complex Explanation When A Simpler One Is At Hand.

My Mind Rebels At Stagnation, Give Me Problems, Give Me Work!

How Sweet The Morning Air Is! See How That One Little Cloud Floats Like A Pink Feather From Some Gigantic Flamingo. Now The Red Rim Of The Sun Pushes Itself Over The London Cloud-bank. It Shines On A Good Many Folk, But On None, I Dare Bet, Who Are On A Stranger Errand Than You And I. How Small We Feel With Our Petty Ambitions And Strivings In The Presence Of The Great Elemental Forces Of Nature!

The Setting Is A Worthy One, If The Devil Did Desire To Have A Hand In The Affairs Of Men.

He Foresaw That She Would Be Very Much More Useful To Him In The Character Of A Free Woman.