Man Is Still An Ape In That

What Is Death But A Traversing Of Eternities And A Crossing Of Cosmic Oceans?

I Reckon If I Ever Marry, She Will Have To Be A Strong Woman In A Circus Or Something.

All Fled—all Done, So Lift Me On The Pyre— The Feast Is Over, And The Lamps Expire.

I'm Not Going Out Of My Way Looking For Devils; But I Wouldn't Step Out Of My Path To Let One Go By.

While We May Open The Books Of The Past, We May But Grant Flying Glances Of The Future, Through The Mist That Veils It.