A Hero Is A Man Who Is

What Art Can Paint Or Gild Any Object In After Life With The Glow Which Nature Gives To The First Baubles Of Childhood? St. Peter's Cannot Have The Magical Power Over Us That The Red And Gold Covers Of Our First Picture-book Possessed.

I Find Nothing Healthful Or Exalting In The Smooth Conventions Of Society. I Do Not Like The Close Air Of Saloons. I Begin To Suspect Myself To Be A Prisoner, Though Treated With All This Courtesy And Luxury. I Pay A Destructive Tax In My Conformity.

Society Acquires New Arts, And Loses Old Instincts.

Of Cheerfulness, Or A Good Temper - The More It Is Spent, The More Of It Remains.

We Shun The Rugged Battle Of Fate Where Strength Is Born.