When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world and droop. Sick of its business of its pleasures tired how gracious how benign is solitude.
Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
Our competition for American business is no longer in the next county or the...
Whence come I and whither go I? That is the great unfathomable question the same for every one of us. Science has no answer to it.
