There are two laws discrete Not reconciled, Law for man, and law for thing. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

The only true gift is a portion of thyself.

The Indian who was laid under a curse, that the wind should not blow on him, nor water flow to him, nor fire burn him, is a type of us all. The dearest events are summer-rain, and we the Para coats that shed every drop. Nothing is left us now but death. We look to that with a grim satisfaction, saying, there at least is reality that will not dodge us.

Too busy with the crowded hour to fear to live or die.