I feel good. I think everything went good.
Of all the forms of water the tiny six-pointed crystals of ice called snow are incomparably the most beautiful and varied.
Under the microscope, I found that snowflakes were miracles of beauty; and it seemed a shame that this beauty should not be seen and appreciated by others. Every crystal was a masterpiece of design and no one design was ever repeated. , When a snowflake melted, that design was forever lost. Just that much beauty was gone, without leaving any record behind.
No two snowflakes are alike.
Police are inevitably corrupted. . . . Police always observe that criminals prosper. It takes a pretty dull policeman to miss the fact that the position of authority is the most prosperous criminal position available.
The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest. The flood had made, the wind was nearly calm, and being bound down the river, the only thing for it was to come and wait for the turn of the tide.
Red has been praised for its nobility of the color of life. But the true color of life is not red. Red is the color of violence, or of life broken open, edited, and published. Or if red is indeed the color of life, it is so only on condition that it is not seen. Once fully visible, red is the color of life violated, and in the act of betrayal and of waste.
The purpose is clear. It is safety with solvency. The country is entitled to both.