Thoughts rule the world.
Where the banana grows man is sensual and cruel.
With thought, with the ideal, is immortal hilarity, the rose of joy. Round it all the muses sing.
As to methods, there may be a million and then some, but principles are few. The man who grasps principles can successfully select his own methods.
Let the river roll which way it will, cities will rise on its banks.
Life is comic or pitiful as soon as the high ends of being fade out of sight, and man becomes near-sighted, and can only attend towhat addresses the senses.