What Have I Gained By Health? Intolerable

We Love To Chew The Cud Of A Foregone Vision; To Collect The Scattered Rays Of A Brighter Phantasm, Or Act Over Again, With Firmer Nerves, The Sadder Nocturnal Tragedies.

A Clear Fire, A Clean Hearth, And The Rigour Of The Game.

Not Many Sounds In Life, And I Include All Urban And All Rural Sounds, Exceed In Interest A Knock At The Door.

All People Have Their Blind Side-their Superstitions.

My Motto Is: Contented With Little, Yet Wishing For More.