Give Me Truths For I Am Weary

When All Shoot At One Mark, The Gods Join In The Combat.

We Fill The Hands And Nurseries Of Our Children With All Manner Of Dolls, Drums And Horses, Withdrawing Their Eyes From The Plain Face And... Nature, The Sun And Moon, The Animals, The Water And Stones, Which Should Be Their Toys.

A Child Is A Curly, Dimpled Lunatic.

When Nature Has Work To Be Done, She Creates A Genius To Do It.

The Two Parties Which Divide The State, The Party Of Conservation And That Of Innovation, Are Very Old, And Have Disputed The Possession Of The World Ever Since It Was Made.