All We Behold Is Miracle.

The Man To Solitude Accustom'd Long, Perceives In Everything That Lives A Tongue; Not Animals Alone, But Shrubs And Trees Have Speech For Him, And Understood With Ease, After Long Drought When Rains Abundant Fall, He Hears The Herbs And Flowers Rejoicing All.

There Is In Souls A Sympathy With Sounds.

The Cares Of Today Are Seldom Those Of Tomorrow.

Nature Is A Good Name For An Effect Whose Cause Is God.

How! Leap Into The Pit Our Life To Save? To Save Our Life Leap All Into The Grave.