Imitation Cannot Go Above Its Model.

There Is Always Room For A Person Of Force And They Make Room For Many.

That Which We Do Not Believe, We Cannot Adequately Say; Even Though We May Repeat The Words Ever So Often.

The Life Of Truth Is Cold.

An Orchard, Good Tillage, Good Grounds, Seem A Fixture, Like A Gold Mine, Or A River, To A Citizen; But To A Large Farmer, Not Much More Fixed Than The State Of The Crop.

Solitude Is Naught And Society Is Naught. Alternate Them And The Good Of Each Is Seen.