Coal Is A Portable Climate.

To Wade In Marshes And Sea Margins Is The Destiny Of Certain Bird, And They Are So Accurately Made For This That They Are Imprisoned In Those Places. Each Animal Out Of Its Habitat Would Starve. To The Physician, Each Man, Each Woman, Is An Amplification Of One Organ. A Soldier, A Locksmith, A Bank-clerk, And A Dancer Could Not Exchange Functions. And Thus We Are Victims Of Adaptation.

Self-command Is The Main Elegance.

Within, I Do Not Find Wrinkles And Used Heart, But Unspent Youth.

It Seems As If The Day Was Not Wholly Profane In Which We Have Given Heed To Some Natural Object.

Every Calamity Is A Spur And A Valuable Hint.