He's Just, Your Cousin, Ay, Abhorrently, He'd

A Great Man Leaves Clean Work Behind Him, And Requires No Sweeper Up Of The Chips.

My Patience Has Dreadful Chilblains From Standing So Long On A Monument.

Utterance Is The Evidence Of Foregone Study.

What Frightens Me Is That Men Are Content With What Is Not Life At All.

God Answers Sharp And Sudden On Some Prayers, And Thrusts The Thing We Have Prayed For In Our Face, A Gauntlet With A Gift In It.