An Orphan's Curse Would Drag To Hell,

Intense Study Of The Bible Will Keep Any Writer From Being Vulgar, In Point Of Style.

A Noise Like Of A Hidden Brook In The Leafy Month Of June, That To The Sleeping Woods All Night Singeth A Quiet Tune.

If A Man Is Not Rising Upwards To Be An Angel, Depend Upon It, He Is Sinking Downwards To Be A Devil . He Cannot Stop At The Beast. The Most Savage Of Men Are Not Beasts; They Are Worse, A Great Deal Worse.

Joy Rises In Me, Like A Summer's Morn.

Fear Gives Sudden Instincts Of Skill.