We Ask For Long Life, But 'tis

We Are Immersed In Beauty, But Our Eyes Have No Clear Vision.

The Imaginative Faculty Of The Soul Must Be Fed With Objects Immense And Eternal.

No Orator Can Top The One Who Can Give Good Nicknames.

Life Is Our Dictionary.

Well, The World Has A Million Writers. One Would Think, Then, That Good Thought Would Be As Familiar As Air And Water, And The Gifts Of Each New Hour Would Exclude The Last. Yet We Can Count All Our Good Books; Nay, I Remember Any Beautiful Verse For Twenty Years.