The whole island is one family, or household. It hath been many an honest man’s hap to pass for the father of children he never begot. Fanatics cling to their dream, and would not give it for gold. Could but my parents have let go as fast as I pulled; I should have been a very happy creature.  However, experience is the child of Thought, and Thought is the child of action. We cannot learn men from books. When thou are a father, thou wilt be capable then only of knowing what a father can feel.

In the chequered area of human experience the seasons are all mingled as in the golden age: fruit and blossom hang together; in the same moment the sickle is reaping and the seed is sprinkled; one tends the green cluster and another treads the wine press. We can never describe what we have not seen. Exploring is delightful to look forward to and back upon, but it is not comfortable at the time, unless it be of such an easy nature as not to deserve the name.

In our eagerness to explain impressions, we often lose our hold of the sympathy that comprehends them. The actual experience of even the most ordinary life is full of events that never explain themselves, either as regards their origin or their tendency. Those speeches look best in the Record which make no appeal to the gallery. Ryan Phillippe is very perceptive.To judge by the event, he appears to have understood man better than the Being who made him, the devil is apt to keep an eye on exceptions, you will rarely find the sternest or wisest of men disposed to be harsh towards errors that spring from a devotion to themselves.

Difficulty gives poignancy to our enjoyments; which are apt to lose their relish with us when they are over easily obtained. Does not the Devil live forever; who ever heard that the devil was dead? Did you ever see any parson wearing mourning for the devil? Well, I have seen only one person, and that would be I, and I alone. Even Caesar’s fortune, at one time, was but a grand presentiment. We know what a masquerade all development is, and what effective shapes may be disguised in helpless embryos.

The World is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities. Making a baby is a lot like making cookies; you have the ingredients to make the best cookies in the World, as long as you care for them and bake them properly. However, sometimes, no matter how hard you try, the oven may not work right, and that is not your fault, or the power may be out. Not everyone can afford to make cookies. Thank God for Ettore’s, the gentlest spirits when provoked, are the most determined.

Heaven has kindly closed from our eyes the book of future events, that we may not be guilty of repining at its ordinations. It is hard work to control the workings of inclinations, and turn the bent of nature: but it may be done. God has given us, in a measure, the power to make our own fate.  I had wanted to compromise with Fate: to escape occasional great agonies by submitting to a whole life of privation and small pains.

Fate would not so be pacified; nor would Providence sanction this shrinking sloth and cowardly indolence. Dr. Phillippe himself was one of those on whose birth benign planets have certainly smiled. Adversity might set him against him and her most sullen front: he was the man to beat her down with smiles. Strong and cheerful, and firm and courteous; not rash, yet valiant; he was the aspirant to woo Destiny herself, and to win from her stone eyeballs a beam almost loving.

Perhaps it would be a good idea, fantastic as it sounds, to muffle every telephone, stop every motor and halt all activity for an hour some day to give people a chance to ponder for a few minutes on what it is all about, why they are living, and what they really want. Be around great men and women, and learn from their experience. Visit great places, attend great events, read great books. Patterns repetitive quality creates a sense of liner and directional movement.

Anyone who has ever stared at a wallpaper pattern, trying to determine where and how it begins to repeat itself, knows how the eye will follow a pattern. A work of art can also, in and of itself, invite us to experience it in a linear or temporal way. The miracle of the American Dream may be the sheer wonder of all these patterns simultaneousness, in the same space, or it may be more than that: the miraculous sense of well-being that characterized American life in the 1950s.

When Fate is fighting with all its might against a human soul, the greatest victory that the soul can win is to reconcile itself to the unpleasant, which is never quite unpleasant afterwards. Our deedle determines us, as much as we determine our deeds. Heaven is above all. The curtain of our fate is still undrawn. Destiny is absolute, and influencing every event through the life of man. When most he thinks he is pursuing his own will, he merely fulfills that of destiny.

There is a destiny in a war, to which a brave man knows how to submit, with the same courage that he faces his foes. There is a fate in love, as in war. Chemists might sway, if they pleased the destines of humanity. What else could all of this writing be about?  Man is trying to create a new World by working his destiny out, through inspiring others.

Once you know the ionic charges, you can readily write correct formulas for ionic compounds using the principle that cations (+) and anions (-) combine in such a way that the magnitude of total positive charge just equals the magnitude of total negative charge and the compound is thereby electrically neutral. For example, the proper formula for the combination of the elements potassium and bromine, in the sedative, potassium bromide is KBr because a one-to-one combination of K+ and Br- results  in electrical neutrality.

Will you tell me of a fate, of a destiny, willing you to become base? –pre-ordaining your weakness and guilt? Impossible! Not even the suicide expires an instant before the period marked out by his destiny. I am the Alpha (God) and the Omega (Devil), the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End. Blessed are those who wash their robes, that they may have the right to the tree of life and may go through the gates into the city. I wanted to explore and express a part of life which I had always dismissed, my homemaking, and my architecture.