My Mind Lets Go A Thousand Things,

The Possession Of Gold Has Ruined Fewer Men Than The Lack Of It. What Noble Enterprises Have Been Checked And What Fine Souls Have Been Blighted In The Gloom Of Poverty The World Will Never Know.

Civilization Is The Lamb's Skin In Which Barbarism Masquerades.

The Young Girl In My Story Is To Be As Sensitive To Praise As A Prism Is To Light. Whenever Anybody Praises Her She Breaks Into Colors.

What Probing Deep Has Ever Solved The Mystery Of Sleep?

So Precious Life Is! Even To The Old, The Hours Are As A Miser's Coins!