There Are Passions That It Is Not

I Am Very Fond Of The Modest Manner Of Life Of Those Solitary Owners Of Remote Villages, Who In Little Russia Are Commonly Called "old-fashioned," Who Are Like Tumbledown Picturesque Little Houses, Delightful In Their Simplicity And Complete Unlikeness To The New Smooth Buildings Whose Walls Have Not Yet Been Discolored By The Rain, Whose Roofs Are Not Yet Covered With Green Lichen, And Whose Porch Does Not Display Its Bricks Through The Peeling Stucco.

Steeds, Steeds, What Steeds! Has The Whirlwind A Home In Your Manes?

A Time Of Famine And Poverty Will Come And The People As A Whole As Well As Every Individual In It Will Suffer.

The Experience Of Ages Has Shown That A Man Who Works On The Land Is Purer, Nobler, Higher, And More Moral... Agriculture Should Be At The Basis Of Everything. That's My Idea.

Perfect Nonsense Goes On In The World. Sometimes There Is No Plausibility At All