Patience And Shuffle The Cards.

The Poet May Say Or Sing, Not As Things Were, But As They Ought To Have Been; But The Historian Must Pen Them, Not As They Ought To Have Been, But As They Really Were.

Every One In His Own House And God In All Of Them.

By The Streets Of 'by And By,' One Arrives At The House Of 'never'.

Thou Hast Seen Nothing Yet.

Sleep Is The Best Cure For Waking Troubles.