The Stars Awaken A Certain Reverence, Because

One Of The Illusions Of Life Is That The Present Hour Is Not The Critical, Decisive One.

Remarkable Trait In The American Character Is The Union, Not Very Infrequent, Of Yankee Cleverness With Spiritualism.

If The East Loves Infinity, The West Delights In Boundaries.

Every Word Was Once A Poem.

You Have A Place To Live In This World Which No Other Man Can Occupy; Hence No Competitors.