Speech Is Better Than Silence; Silence Is

The Eyes Indicate The Antiquity Of The Soul.

[a]s If Life Were A Thunder-storm Wherein You Can See By A Flash The Horizon, And Then Cannot See Your Hand.

We Are The Prisoners Of Ideas. They Catch Us Up For Moments Into Their Heaven, And So Fully Engage Us, That We Take No Thought Forthe Morrow, Gaze Like Children, Without An Effort To Make Them Our Own.

A Good Deal Of Our Politics Is Physiological.

All The Elements, Whose Aid Man Calls In, Will Sometimes Become Big Masters.