Gone Before To That Unknown And Silent

It Is Well If The Good Man Himself Does Not Feel His Devotions A Little Clouded, Those Foggy Sensuous Steams Mingling With And Polluting The Pure Altar Surface.

I Have Done All That I Came Into This World To Do. I Have Worked Task Work, And Have The Rest Of The Day To Myself.

An Album Is A Garden, Not For Show Planted, But Use; Where Wholesome Herbs Should Grow.

No Work Is Worse Than Overwork; The Mind Preys On Itself,--the Most Unwholesome Of Food.

Tis The Privilege Of Friendship To Talk Nonsense, And To Have Nonsense Respected.