The Craft Of The Merchant Is This

The Reason Of Idleness And Of Crime Is The Deferring Of Our Hopes.

Every Thing Admonishes Us How Needlessly Long Life Is.

Our Moods Do Not Believe In Each Other.

When I Go Into The Garden With A Spade And Dig A Bed I Feel Such An Exhilaration And Health That I Discover That I Have Been Defrauding Myself All This Time In Letting Others Do For Me What I Should Have Done With My Own Hands.

The Two Parties Which Divide The State, The Party Of Conservation And That Of Innovation, Are Very Old, And Have Disputed The Possession Of The World Ever Since It Was Made.