"do Not Fear! Heaven Is As Near,"

No Action, Whether Foul Or Fair, Is Ever Done, But It Leaves Somewhere A Record, Written By Fingers Ghostly, As A Blessing Or A Curse, And Mostly In The Greater Weakness Or Greater Strength Of The Acts Which Follow It.

The Twilight That Surrounds The Border-land Of Old Romance.

Love Is Sunshine, Hate Is Shadow, Life Is Checkered Shade And Sunshine.

The Greatest Grace Of A Gift, Perhaps, Is That It Anticipates And Admits Of No Return.

No Literature Is Complete Until The Language It Was Written In Is Dead.