I Wiped Away The Weeds And Foam,

Always Scorn Appearances And You Always May.

The Tempered Light Of The Woods Is Like A Perpetual Morning.

Difference Of Opinion Is The One Crime Which Kings Never Forgive.

People Only See What They Are Prepared To See.

The Common Experience Is, That The Man Fits Himself As Well As He Can To The Customary Details Of That Work Or Trade He Falls Into, And Tends It As A Dog Turns A Spit. Then He Is Part Of The Machine He Moves; The Man Is Lost.