I Go To Church Because I Am

On An Exhausted Field, Only Weeds Grow.

I Know That Even The Meanest Person Has Still At His Disposition High-sounding Words Wherewith To Mask His Real Character.

Evidently The Merit Depends On The Result Of The Work.

The Shots Had Dispersed The Birds; There Remained Only Two Marabous, Standing Between Ten And Twenty Paces Away And Plunged In Reverie. They Were Like Two Old Men With Bald Heads Pressed Between The Shoulders.

An Excessive Preponderance Of An Idealistic Mood Is Harmful To Society: It Creates Daydreaming, Political Don Quixotism, Hope For Heavenly Intervention. This Is An Undeniable Truth--but It Is Also True That Every Extreme Is Harmful.