Think Not, Is My Eleventh Commandment; And

We Die, Because We Live.

Whatever My Fate, I'll Go To It Laughing.

That Great America On The Other Side Of The Sphere, Australia.

It Is Impossible To Talk Or To Write Without Apparently Throwing Oneself Helplessly Open.

Seat Thyself Sultanically Among The Moons Of Saturn, And Take High Abstracted Man Alone; And He Seems A Wonder, A Grandeur, And A Woe. But From That Same Point, Take Mankind In Mass, And For The Most Part, They Seem A Mob Of Unnecessary Duplicates, Both Contemporary And Hereditary.