Grief Should Be The Instructor Of The

Who Falls From All He Knows Of Bliss, Cares Little Into What Abyss.

The Best Prophet Of The Future Is The Past.

But At Sixteen The Conscience Rarely Gnaws So Much, As When We Call Our Old Debts In At Sixty Years, And Draw The Accounts Of Evil, And Find A Deuced Balance With The Devil.

The Mind Can Make Substance, And People Planets Of Its Own With Beings Brighter Than Have Been, And Give A Breath To Forms Which Can Outlive All Flesh.

Most Glorious Night! Thou Wert Not Sent For Slumber!