So Far As A Person Thinks; They

Every Act Of The Man Inscribes Itself In The Memories Of His Fellows, And In His Own Manners And Face. The Air Is Full Of Sounds;the Sky, Of Tokens; The Ground Is All Memoranda And Signatures; And Every Object Covered Over With Hints, Which Speak To The Intelligent.

I Pay The Schoolmaster, But 'tis The Schoolboys That Educate My Son.

The Household Is A School Of Power. There, Within The Door, Learn The Tragi-comedy Of Human Life.

If Any Mention Was Made Of Homicide, Madness, Adultery, And Intolerable Tortures, We Would Let The Church-bells Ring Louder, The Church-organ Swell Its Peal And Drown The Hideous Sound. The Sugar They Raised Was Excellent: Nobody Tasted Blood In It.

One Man Pins Me To The Wall, While With Another I Walk Among The Stars