the victim of another who winds him round his finger by knowing the law of his being and by such cheap as the color of his beard or the slope of his reads the of his fortunes and character the ignorance temperament does not disgust like this impudent the say they are not but they are � spirit is matter reduced to an extreme o so thin � but the definition of spiritual should be that which is its own evidence what notions do they attach to love what to religion one would not willingly pronounce these words in their hearing and give them the occasion to profane them i saw a gracious gentleman who his conversation to the form of the head of the man he talks with i had fancied that the value of life lay in its inscrutable possibilities in the fact that i never know in addressing myself to a new individual what may befall me i carry the keys of my castle in my hand ready to throw them at the feet of my lord whenever and in what disguise he shall appear i know he is in the neighborhood hidden among shall i my future by taking a high seat and kindly my conversation to the shape of heads when i come to that the doctors shall buy me for a cent but sir medical history the report to the the facts � i distrust the facts and the temperament is the or power in the constitution very justly applied to restrain an opposite excess in the constitution but offered as a oar to original when virtue is in presence es at ii experience all subordinate powers sleep on its own level oi in view of nature temperament is final i see not if one be once caught in this trap of so called any escape for the man from the links of the chain of physical necessity given such an such a history must follow on this platform one lives in a of and would soon come to suicide but it is impossible that the power should itself into every intelligence there is a door which is never closed through which the creator passes the intellect of absolute truth or the heart lover of absolute good for our and at one whisper of these high powers we awake from ineffectual struggles with this nightmare we it into its own hell and cannot again contract ourselves to so base a state the secret of the is in the necessity of a succession of moods or objects gladly we would anchor but the is this onward trick of nature is too strong for us si when at night i look at the moon and stars i seem stationary and they to hurry our love of the real draws us to but health of body consists in circulation and of mind in variety or facility of association we need change of objects to one thought is quickly odious we house with the insane and must humor them then conversation dies out once i took such delight in that thought i should not need any other book before that in then in then in time in bacon afterwards in even in but now i turn the pages of either of them languidly whilst i still cherish their genius so with pictures each will bear an emphasis of attention once which it cannot retain though we fain would continue to be pleased in that manner how strongly i have felt of pictures that when you have seen one well you must take your leave of it you shall never see it again i have had good lessons from pictures which i have since seen without emotion or remark a must be made from the opinion which even the wise express on a new book or occurrence their opinion gives me tidings of their mood and some vague guess at the new fact but is to be trusted as the lasting relation between that intellect and that thing the child asks mamma why don t i like the story as well as when you told it me yesterday alas child it is even so with the oldest of knowledge but will it answer thy question to say because thou born to a whole and this story is a particular the reason of the pain this discovery causes us and we make it late at ii experience in respect to works of art and intellect is the of tragedy which murmurs from it in regard to persons to friendship and love that and absence of which we find in the arts we find with more pain in the artist there is no power of in men our friends early appear to us as representatives of certain ideas which they never pass or exceed they stand on the brink of the ocean of thought and power but they never take the single step that would bring them there a man is like a bit of which has no lustre as you turn it in your hand until you come to a particular angle then it shows deep and beautiful colors there is no universal in men but each has his special talent and the mastery of successful men consists in keeping themselves where and when that turn shall be to be practised we do what we must and call it by the best names we can and would fain have the praise of having intended the result which i cannot recall any form of man who is not superfluous sometimes but is not this pitiful life is not worth the taking to do tricks in of course it needs the whole society to give the we seek the colored wheel must very fast to appear white something is learned too by conversing with so much folly and defect in fine whoever loses we are always of the gaining party divinity is 