A Man Is The Whole Encyclopedia Of

I Like Sayers Of No Better Than I Like Sayers Of Yes.

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

Activity Is Contagious.

The World Is A Divine Dream, From Which We May Presently Awake To The Glories And Certainties Of Day.

A Garden Is Like Those Pernicious Machineries Which Catch A Man's Coat-skirt Or His Hand, And Draw In His Arm, His Leg , And His Whole Body To Irresistible Destruction.