Praise Is Deeper Than The Lips

Heart, Fear Nothing, For, Heart, Thou Shalt Find Her- Next Time, Herself!-not The Trouble Behind Her

I Trust In Nature For The Stable Laws Of Beauty And Utility. Spring Shall Plant And Autumn Garner To The End Of Time.

The Body Sprang At Once To The Height, And Stayed; But The Soul,-no!

Be Sure They Sleep Not Whom God Needs.

When The Liquor's Out, Why Clink The Cannikin?