No Mind Is Thoroughly Well Organized That

How Like Herrings And Onions Our Vices Are In The Morning After We Have Committed Them.

Earth, With Her Thousand Voices, Praises God.

A Wild Rose Roofs The Ruined Shed, And That And Summer Well Agree.

Not One Man In A Thousand Has Either Strength Of Mind Or Goodness Of Heart To Be An Atheist. I Repeat It. Not One Man In A Thousand Has Either Strength Of Mind Or Goodness Of Heart To Be An Atheist.

Like One, That On A Lonesome Road Doth Walk In Fear And Dread, And Having Once Turned Round Walks On, And Turns No More His Head; Because He Knows, A Frightful Fiend Doth Close Behind Him Tread.