A man sits as many risks as he runs.

Summer passes into autumn in some unimaginable point of time, like the turning of a leaf.

Can there be any greater reproach than an idle learning? Learn to split wood, at least.

My themes will not be far-fetched. I will tell of homely every-day phenomena and adventures.

The very thrills of genius are disorganizing. The body is never quite acclimated to its atmosphere, but how often, succumbs and goes into a decline.

Health requires this relaxation, this aimless life. This life in the present.

We must look a long time before we can see