All that Shakespeare says of the king, yonder slip of a boy that reads in the corner feels to be true of himself.
Simplicity of life, even the barest, is not a misery, but the very foundation of refinement: a sanded floor and…
Long time I ploughed the ocean wide, A life of toil I spent; But now in harbour safe arrived From…
It is a capital mistake to theorize before one has data. Insensibly one begins to twist facts to suit theories,…