But why look back at all? Why turn your eyes to your shadow, when, by looking upward, you see your rainbow in the same direction?

I was born, for instance, incapable of appreciating music.

I made observations for three hours last night, and am almost ill today from fatigue; still I have worked all day, trying to reduce the places, and mean to work hard again tonight.

The Southern character is opposed to haste. Safety is of more worth than speed, and there is no hurry.

There is no cosmetic for beauty like happiness.

But why look back at all? Why turn your eyes to your shadow, when, by looking upward, you see your rainbow in the same direction?

Besides learning to see, there is another art to be learned - not to see what is not.