I hazard the guess that man will be ultimately known for a mere polity of multifarious, incongruous, and independent denizens.

It is not enough to be ready to go where duty calls. A man should stand around where he can hear the call!

We were to found a University magazine. A pair of little, active brothers-Livingstone by name, great skippers on the foot, great rubbers of the hands, who kept a book-shop over against the University building-had been debauched to play the part of publishers. We four were to be conjuct editors and, what was the main point of the concern, to print our own works; while, by every rule of arithmetic-that flatterer of credulity-the adventure must succeed and bring great profit. Well, well: it was a bright vision.

I will make you brooches and toys for your delight Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night. I will make a palace fit for you and me Of green days in forests and blue days at sea.

There is an idea abroad among moral people that they should make their neighbors good. One person I have to make good: Myself. But my duty to my neighbor is much more nearly expressed by saying that I have to make him happy if I may.

We live in an ascending scale when we live happily, one thing leading to another in an endless series.

Man is a creature who lives not upon bread alone, but primarily by catchwords.