Things Are In The Saddle.

On Bravely Through The Sunshine And The Showers! Time Hath His Work To Do, And We Have Ours.

When A Man Says To Me, "i Have The Intensest Love Of Nature," At Once I Know That He Has None.

As A Man Thinketh, So Is He, And As A Man Chooseth, So Is He.

And What Fastens Attention, In The Intercourse Of Life, Like Any Passage Betraying Affection Between Two Parties? Perhaps We Never Saw Them Before, And Never Shall Meet Them Again. But We See Them Exchange A Glance, Or Betray A Deep Emotion, And We Are No Longer Strangers. We Understand Them, And Take The Warmest Interest In The Development Of The Romance. All Mankind Love A Lover.

To Give Money To A Sufferer Is Only A Come-off. It Is Only A Postponement Of The Real Payment, A Bribe Paid For Silence, A Creditsystem In Which A Paper Promise To Pay Answers For The Time Instead Of Liquidation. We Owe To Man Higher Succors Than Food And Fire. We Owe To Man.