It Does Not Hurt Weak Eyes To

Delicious Is A Just And Firm Encounter Of Two In A Thought, In A Feeling.

We Grant No Dukedoms To The Few, We Hold Like Rights And Shall; Equal On Sunday In The Pew, On Monday In The Mall. For What Avail The Plough Or Sail, Or Land, Or Life, If Freedom Fail?

The Powers Of The Soul Are Commensurate With Its Needs.

In A Cabinet Of Natural History, We Become Sensible Of A Certain Occult Recognition And Sympathy In Regard To The Most Unwieldy And Eccentric Forms Of Beast, Fish, And Insect.

The Unsaid Part Is The Best Of Every Discourse.