Men Seldom, Or Rather Never

The Hell Of These Days Is The Fear Of Not Getting Along, Especially Of Not Making Money.

What I Loved In The Man Was His Health, His Unity With Himself; All People And All Things Seemed To Find Their Quite Peaceable Adjustment With Him, Not A Proud Domineering One, As After Doubtful Contest, But A Spontaneous-looking Peaceable, Even Humble One.

A Man Lives By Believing Something: Not By Debating And Arguing About Many Things.

Blessed Is He Who Has Found His Work; Let Him Ask No Other Blessedness.

What, In The Devil's Name, Is The Use Of Respectability, With Never So Many Gigs And Silver Spoons, If Thou Inwardly Art The Pitifulness Of All Men?