An Unhappy Gentleman, Resolving To Wed Nothing

Trusting No Man As His Friend, He Could Not Recognize His Enemy When The Latter Actually Appeared.

Is It A Fact-or Have I Dreamt It-that, By Means Of Electricity, The World Of Matter Has Become A Great Nerve, Vibrating Thousands Of Miles In A Breathless Point Of Time?

The Trees Reflected In The River - They Are Unconscious Of A Spiritual World So Near To Them. So Are We.

Ugliness Without Tact Is Horrible.

See! Those Fiendish Lineaments Graven On The Darkness, The Writhed Lip Of Scorn, The Mockery Of That Living Eye, The Pointed Finger, Touching The Sore Place In Your Heart! Do You Remember Any Act Of Enormous Folly, At Which You Would Blush, Even In The Remotest Cavern Of The Earth? Then Recognize Your Shame.