The great thing in this world, is not so much where we are, but in which direction we are moving. - Oliver Wendell Holmes

It is by little things that we know ourselves; a soul would very probably mistake itself for another, when once disembodied, were it not for individual experiences which differ from those of others only in details seemingly trifling.

Chicago sounds rough to the maker of verse. One comfort we have - Cincinnati sounds worse.

Why should we be more shy of repeating ourselves than the spring be tired of blossoms or the night of stars?