Oh, Mirth And Innocence! Oh, Milk And

Till Taught By Pain, Men Know Not Water's Worth.

One Certainly Has A Soul; But How It Came To Allow Itself To Be Enclosed In A Body Is More Than I Can Imagine.

Father Of Light! Great God Of Heaven! Hear'st Thou The Accents Of Despair? Can Guilt Like Man's Be E'er Forgiven? Can Vice Atone For Crimes By Prayer.

He Who Is Only Just Is Cruel; Who Upon The Earth Would Live Were All Judged Justly?

It Is Odd But Agitation Or Contest Of Any Kind Gives A Rebound To My Spirits And Sets Me Up For A Time.