The Cold, Inconsiderate Of Persons, Tingles Your

Yet Time And Space Are But Inverse Measures Of The Force Of The Soul. The Spirit Sports With Time.

I Look On That Man As Happy, Who, When There Is Question Of Success, Looks Into His Work For A Reply.

Each Of Us Sees In Others What We Carry In Our Own Hearts.

Prayer That Craves A Particular Commodity, Anything Less Than All Good, Is Vicious.

The Idiot, The Indian, The Child And Unschooled Farmer's Boy Stand Nearer To The Light By Which Nature Is To Be Read, Than The Dissector Or The Antiquary.