Everything Good Is On The Highway.

If You Are Wise, You Will Dread A Prosperity Which Only Loads You With More.

The Vanishing, Volatile Froth Of The Present Which Any Shadow Will Alter, Any Thought Blow Away, Any Event Annihilate, Is Every Moment Converted Into The Adamantine.

It Is Dainty To Be Sick If You Have Leisure And Convenience For It.

The Wise Man Always Throws Himself On The Side Of His Assailants. It Is More His Interest Than It Is Theirs To Find His Weak Point.

The Idea Of God Ends In A Paltry Methodist Meeting-house.