I Think I Dislike What I Don't

The World Is Full Of Hopeful Analogies And Handsome, Dubious Eggs, Called Possibilities.

Wise Books For Half The Truths They Hold Are Honored Tombs.

Things Are Achieved When They Are Well Begun. The Perfect Archer Calls The Deer His Own While Yet The Shaft Is Whistling.

We Could Never Have Loved The Earth So Well If We Had Had No Childhood In It.

There Is One Order Of Beauty Which Seems Made To Turn Heads. It Is A Beauty Like That Of Kittens, Or Very Small Downy Ducks Making Gentle Rippling Noises With Their Soft Bills, Or Babies Just Beginning To Toddle.