Had We Less To Say To Those

The Truth Must Dazzle Gradually Or Every Man Be Blind.

Prayer Is The Little Implement Through Which Men Reach; Where Presence Is Denied Them.

Remorse Is Cureless--the Disease Not Even God--can Heal-- For 'tis His Institution--and The Adequate Of Hell

You Don't Have To Be A House To Be Haunted.

The Morns Are Meeker Than They Were, The Nuts Are Getting Brown; The Berry's Cheek Is Plumper, The Rose Is Out Of Town. The Maple Wears A Gayer Scarf, The Field A Scarlet Gown. Lest I Should Be Old-fashioned, I'll Put A Trinket On.