The Highest End Of Government Is The

There Is Creative Reading As Well As Creative Writing.

Is The Acorn Better Than The Oak Which Is Its Fullness And Completion?

My Life Is Superficial, Takes No Root In The Deep World; I Ask, When Shall I Die, And Be Relieved Of The Responsibility Of Seeinga Universe Which I Do Not Use? I Wish To Exchange This Flash-of-lightning Faith For Continuous Daylight, This Fever-glow For A Benign Climate.

The Moment We Indulge Our Affections, The Earth Is Metamorphosed.

A Man Cannot Speak But He Judges Himself