My Book Should Smell Of Pines And

Eloquence Shows The Power And Possibility Of Man.

I Didn't Find My Friends; The Good Lord Gave Them To Me.

When I Bought My Farm, I Did Not Know What A Bargain I Had In The Bluebirds, Daffodils And Thrushes; As Little Did I Know What Sublime Mornings And Sunsets I Was Buying.

In The Death Of My Son, Now More Than Two Years Ago, I Seem To Have Lost A Beautiful Estate,--no More. I Cannot Get It Nearer To Me.

A Nation Never Falls But By Suicide.