Now I Shall Go To Sleep. Goodnight.

The Busy Have No Time For Tears.

Let Joy Be Unconfined.

I Speak Not Of Men's Creeds—they Rest Between Man And His Maker.

I Am Never Long, Even In The Society Of Her I Love, Without Yearning For The Company Of My Lamp And My Library.

I Came To Realize Clearly That The Mind Is No Other Than The Mountain And The Rivers And The Great Wide Earth, The Sun And The Moon And The Sky”.