A boy's will is his life, and he dies when it is broken, as the colt dies in harness, taking a new nature in becoming tame.
The mind resorts to reason for want of training.
I want to be advertised and the easiest way is to do something obnoxious and do it well.
Intimates are predestined.
Chaos breeds life; Order creates habit.
No historian can take part with--or against--the forces he has to study. To him even the extinction of the human race should merely be a fact to be grouped with other vital statistics.