You should not take a fellow eight years old and make him swear to never kiss the girls.
God! Thou art love! I build my faith on that.
Best be yourself, imperial, plain, and true.
I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive,- what time, what circuit first, I ask not; but unless God send his hail Or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive: He guides me and the bird. In his good time.
Good strong thick stupefying incense-smoke!
My business is not to remake myself, but to make the absolute best of what God made.