Load Every Rift With Ore.

A Man Should Have The Fine Point Of His Soul Taken Off To Become Fit For This World.

Through The Dancing Poppies Stole A Breeze, Most Softly Lulling To My Soul.

Blessed Is The Healthy Nature; It Is The Coherent, Sweetly Co-operative, Not Incoherent, Self-distracting, Self-destructive One!

Give Me Books, French Wine, Fruit, Fine Weather And A Little Music Played Out Of Doors By Somebody I Do Not Know.

It Appears To Me That Almost Any Man May Like The Spider Spin From His Own Inwards His Own Airy Citadel.