The Dearest Events Are Summer-rain.

Our First Mistake Is The Belief That The Circumstance Gives The Joy Which We Give To The Circumstance.

Men Of God Have Always, From Time To Time, Walked Among Men, And Made Their Commission Felt In The Heart And Soul Of The Commonest Hearer.

Society Is A Hospital Of Incurables.

I--this Thought Which Is Called I--is The Mould Into Which The World Is Poured Like Melted Wax.

Proverbs, Like The Sacred Books Of Each Nation, Are The Sanctuary Of The Intuitions. That Which The Droning World, Chained To Appearances, Will Not Allow The Realist To Say In His Own Words, It Will Suffer Him To Say In Proverbs Without Contradiction.