Death Was Past, Life Not Come: So

Lost, Lost! One Moment Knelled The Woe Of Years.

That Great Brow And The Spirit-small Hand Propping It.

I Write From A Thorough Conviction That It Is The Duty Of Me, And With The Belief That, After Every Drawback And Shortcoming, I Do My Best, All Things Considered--that Is For Me, And, So Being, The Not Being Listened To By One Human Creature Would, I Hope, In Nowise Affect Me.

All's Love, Yet All's Law.

It's Wiser Being Good Than Bad; It's Safer Being Meek Than Fierce: It's Fitter Being Sane Than Mad.