The Life of the Bee 
search the most strenuous, daring efforts 
of our heart and our reason. And should 
the last word of all this be wretched, it will 
be no little achievement to have laid bare 
the inanity and the pettiness of the aim 
of nature. 
[or] 
“There is no truth for us yet,” a great 
physiologist of our day remarked to me 
once, as I walked with him in the 
country; “there is no truth yet, but 
there are everywhere three very good 
semblances of truth. Each man makes 
his own choice, or rather, perhaps, has it 
thrust upon him ; and this choice, whether 
it be thrust upon him, or whether, as is 
often the case, he have made it without 
due reflection, this choice, to which he 
clings, will determine the form and the 
conduct of all that enters within him. 
The friend whom we meet, the woman 
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