Nature Is What We Know - Yet

A Dominie In Gray-- Put Gently Up The Evening Bars-- And Led The Flock Away

The Heart Asks Pleasure First, And Then, Excuse From Pain; And Then, Those Little Anodynes That Deaden Suffering; And Then, To Go To Sleep; And Then, If It Should Be The Will Of Its Inquisitor, The Liberty To Die.

Faith Is A Fine Invention When Gentlemen Can See, But Microscopes Are Prudent In An Emergency.

Dare You See A Soul At The White Heat?

They Address An Eclipse Every Morning, Whom They Call Their "father."