Wit Makes Its Own Welcome, And Levels

He That Despiseth Small Things Will Perish By Little And Little.

Nature Is Too Thin A Screen; The Glory Of The Omnipresent God Bursts Through Everywhere

The Power Of A Man Increases Steadily By Continuance In One Direction. He Becomes Acquainted With The Resistances And With His Own Tools; Increases His Skill And Strength And Learns The Favorable Moments And Favorable Accidents.

There Was Never A Child So Lovely But His Mother Was Glad To Get Him To Sleep.

A Man Is The Prisoner Of His Power. A Topical Memory Makes Him An Almanac; A Talent For Debate, Disputant; Skill To Get Money Makes Him A Miser, That Is, A Beggar. Culture Reduces These Inflammations By Invoking The Aid Of Other Powers Against The Dominant Talent, And By Appealing To The Rank Of Powers. It Watches Success.