Our molting season, like that of the fouls, must be a crisis in our lives.
If all were as it seems, and men made the elements their servants for noble ends!
Live your beliefs and you can turn the world around.
As our domestic fowls are said to have their original in the wild pheasant of India, so our domestic thoughts have their prototypes in the thoughts of her philosophers.
Tradition is a more interrupted and feebler memory.
It is surprising how many great men and women a small house will contain. I have had twenty-five or thirty souls, with their bodies, at once under my roof, and yet we often parted without being aware that we had come very near to one another.