Fire Is The Best Of Servants, But

That Monstrous Tuberosity Of Civilised Life, The Capital Of England.

Cherish What Is Dearest While You Have It Near You, And Wait Not Till It Is Far Away. Blind And Deaf That We Are; Oh, Think, If Thou Yet Love Anybody Living, Wait Not Till Death Sweep Down The Paltry Little Dust Clouds And Dissonances Of The Moment, And All Be Made At Last So Mournfully Clear And Beautiful, When It Is Too Late.

How Indestructibly The Good Grows, And Propagates Itself, Even Among The Weedy Entanglements Of Evil.

The Real Use Of Gunpowder Is To Make All Men Tall.

Habit Is The Deepest Law Of Human Nature