Life Is Made Up Of Marble And

Mountains Are Earth's Undecaying Monuments.

Life Figures Itself To Me As A Festal Or Funereal Procession.

Nothing Is More Unaccountable Than The Spell That Often Lurks In A Spoken Word. A Thought May Be Present To The Mind, And Two Minds Conscious Of The Same Thought, But As Long As It Remains Unspoken Their Familiar Talk Flows Quietly Over The Hidden Idea.

Every Crime Destroys More Edens Than Our Own

All Merely Graceful Attributes Are Usually The Most Evanescent.