A Man Is A God In Ruins.

At Times The Whole World Seems To Be In Conspiracy To Importune You With Emphatic Trifles. Friend, Client, Child, Sickness, Fear, Want, Charity, All Knock At Once At Thy Closet Door And Say,—'come Out Unto Us.' But Keep Thy State; Come Not Into Their Confusion. The Power Men Possess To Annoy Me I Give Them By A Weak Curiosity. No Man Can Come Near Me But Through My Act.

It Is Curious That Christianity, Which Is Idealism, Is Sturdily Defended By The Brokers, And Steadily Attacked By The Idealists.

Every Actual State Is Corrupt. Good Men Must Not Obey The Laws Too Well.

We Resent All Criticism Which Denies Us Anything That Lies In Our Line Of Advance.

What You Are Shouts At Me So Loudly That I Can't Hear A Word You Say.