Life and Existence

An action is the perfection and publication of thought.

How many a man has dated a new era in his life from the reading of a book.

There are books . . . which take rank in your life with parents and lovers and passionate experiences, so medicinal, so stringent, so revolutionary, so authoritative.

As a form, the blues is an autobiographical chronicle of personal catastrophe expressed lyrically.

My own education operated by a succession of eye-openers each involving the repudiation of some previously held belief.

My own education operated by a succession of eye-openers each involving the repudiation of some previously held belief.

A soiled baby, with a neglected nose, cannot be conscientiously regarded as a thing of beauty; and inasmuch as babyhood spans but three short years, no baby is competent to be a joy “forever.”

Zeal, n . A certain nervous disorder afflicting the young and inexperienced. A passion that goeth before a sprawl.

The baby, assailed by eyes, ears, nose, skin, and entrails at once, feels it all as one great blooming, buzzing confusion.

The baby, assailed by eyes, ears, nose, skin, and entrails at once, feels it all as one great blooming, buzzing confusion.

A baby is God’s opinion that the world should go on.

A baby is God’s opinion that the world should go on.

The human baby . . . is a mosaic of animal and angel.

The babe in arms is a channel through which the energies we call fate, love, and reason visibly stream.

The babe in arms is a channel through which the energies we call fate, love, and reason visibly stream.

Old age is ready to undertake tasks that youth shirked because they would take too long.

Old age is ready to undertake tasks that youth shirked because they would take too long.

Youth wrenches the scepter from old age, and sets the crown on its own head before it is entitled to it.

Youth wrenches the scepter from old age, and sets the crown on its own head before it is entitled to it.

So different are the colors of life as we look forward to the future, or backward to the past . . . that the conversation of the old and young ends generally with contempt or pity on either side.

So different are the colors of life as we look forward to the future, or backward to the past . . . that the conversation of the old and young ends generally with contempt or pity on either side.

So different are the colors of life as we look forward to the future, or backward to the past . . . that the conversation of the old and young ends generally with contempt or pity on either side.

Youth lives on hope, old age on remembrance.

Youth lives on hope, old age on remembrance.