Life Is Our Dictionary.

The Reason Why Men Do Not Obey Us, Is Because They See The Mud At The Bottom Of Our Eye.

Announced By All The Trumpets Of The Sky, Arrives The Snow, And, Driving O'er The Fields, Seems Nowhere To Alight: The Whited Air Hides Hills And Woods, The River, And The Heaven, And Veils The Farmhouse At The Garden's End. The Sled And Traveller Stopped, The Courier's Feet Delayed, All Friends Shut Out, The Housemates Sit Around The Radiant Fireplace, Enclosed In A Tumultuous Privacy Of Storm.

The Way To Mend The Bad World Is To Create The Right World.

Nothing Is At Last Sacred But The Integrity Of Your Own Mind.

Whatever We Think And Say Is Wonderfully Better For Our Spirits And Trust In Another Mouth.