He Deposes Doom Who Hath Suffered Him.

I Cannot Help Esteem The 'bird Within The Hand' Superior To The One The 'bush' May Yield Me Or May Not Too Late To Choose Again

One Need Not Be A Chamber To Be Haunted; One Need Not Be A House; The Brain Has Corridors Surpassing Material Place.

Our Journey Had Advanced; Our Feet Were Almost Come To That Odd Fork In Being's Road, Eternity By Term.

Luck Is Not Chance, It's Toil; Fortune's Expensive Smile Is Earned.

The Career Of Flowers Differs From Ours Only Inaudibleness.