Only So Much Of Life Do I

What Is The Hardest Task In The World? To Think.

Every Reform Was Once A Private Opinion, And When It Shall Be A Private Opinion Again, It Will Solve The Problem Of The Age.

Night-dreams Trace On Memory's Wall Shadows Of The Thoughts Of Day, And Thy Fortunes, As They Fall, The Bias Of The Will Betray.

Tart, Cathartic Virtue.

Not The Sun Or Summer Alone, But Every Hour And Season Yields Its Tribute Of Delight.