Earth's A Howling Wilderness, Truculent With Fraud

Life Is Not Intellectual Or Critical, But Sturdy. Its Chief Good Is For Well-mixed People Who Can Enjoy What They Find, Without Question.

I Like My Boy With His Endless Sweet Soliloquies And Iterations And His Utter Inability To Conceive Why I Should Not Leave All My Nonsense, Business, And Writing And Come To Tie Up His Toy Horse, As If There Was Or Could Be Any End To Nature Beyond His Horse. And He Is Wiser Than We When [he] Threatens His Whole Threat "i Will Not Love You."

By God, I Will Not Obey This Filthy Enactment!

No Man Can Help Another Without Helping Himself.

The Aid We Can Give Each Other Is Only Incidental, Lateral, And Sympathetic.