Earth Is A Merry Damsel, And Heaven

One Step At A Time Is All It Takes To Get You There.

Love Is Like Life-merely Longer.

For Love Is Immortality.

I Dwell In Possibilities... A Fairer House Than Prose.

A Precious, Mouldering Pleasure 't Is To Meet An Antique Book In Just The Dress His Century Wore; A Privilege, I Think, His Venerable Hand To Take, And Warming In Our Own, A Passage Back, Or Two, To Make To Times When He Was Young. His Quaint Opinions To Inspect, His Knowledge To Unfold On What Concerns Our Mutual Mind, The Literature Of Old.