I Loved Her Against Reason, Against Promise,

The Clouds Were Drifting Over The Moon At Their Giddiest Speed, At One Time Wholly Obscuring Her, At Another, Suffering Her To Burst Forth In Full Splendor And Shed Her Light On All The Objects Around; Anon, Driving Over Her Again, With Increased Velocity, And Shrouding Everything In Darkness.

The More Man Knows Of Man, The Better For The Common Brotherhood Among Men.

Spring Is The Time Of Year When It Is Summer In The Sun And Winter In The Shade.

In The Moonlight Which Is Always Sad, As The Light Of The Sun Itself Is--as The Light Called Human Life Is--at Its Coming And Its Going.

The Civility Which Money Will Purchase, Is Rarely Extended To Those Who Have None.