Only That Mind Draws Me Which I

Announced By All The Trumpets Of The Sky, Arrives The Snow, And, Driving O'er The Fields, Seems Nowhere To Alight: The Whited Air Hides Hills And Woods, The River, And The Heaven, And Veils The Farmhouse At The Garden's End. The Sled And Traveller Stopped, The Courier's Feet Delayed, All Friends Shut Out, The Housemates Sit Around The Radiant Fireplace, Enclosed In A Tumultuous Privacy Of Storm.

The Chief Value Of The New Fact Is To Enhance The Great And Constant Fact Of Life.

I Am Constrained Every Moment To Acknowledge A Higher Origin For Events Than The Will I Call Mine.

Conversation Is The Laboratory And Workshop Of The Student.

Our Housekeeping Is Mendicant, Our Arts, Our Occupations, Our Marriages, Our Religion We Have Not Chosen But Society Has Chosen For Us.