God Made Yeast, As Well As Dough,

There Is A Kind Of Latent Omniscience, Not Only In Every Man, But In Every Particle.

Beauty Is The Pilot Of The Young Soul.

A Great Licentiousness Treads On The Heels Of A Reformation.

I Pack My Trunk, Embrace My Friends, Embark On The Sea And At Last Wake Up In Naples, And There Beside Me Is The Stern Fact, The Sad Self, Unrelenting, Identical, That I Fled From.

Every Reform Was Once A Private Opinion.