A Man May Make A Misanthrope Of

The Curse Of Covetousness Is That It Destroys Manhood By Substituting Money For Character.

I Remember How Beautiful The Merrimac Looked To Me In Childhood, The First True River I Ever Knew; It Opened Upon My Sight And Wound Its Way Through My Heart Like A Dream Realized; Its Harebells, Its Rocks, And Its Rapids, Are Far More Fixed In My Memory Than Anything About The Sea.

Like A Plant That Starts Up In Showers And Sunshine And Does Not Know Which Has Best Helped It To Grow, It Is Difficult To Say Whether The Hard Things Or The Pleasant Things Did Me The Most Good.

It Is One Of The Most Beautiful Facts In This Human Existence Of Ours, That We Remember The Earliest And Freshest Part Of It Most Vividly. Doubtless It Was Meant That Our Childhood Should Live On In Us Forever.

A Journal Of The 'subjective' Kind I Have Always Thought Foolish, As Nurturing A Morbid Self -consciousness In The Writer; And Yet, Alone So Much As I Am, It Is Well To Have Some Sort Of A Ventilator From The Interior.