The Burden Of The Incommunicable.

All That Is Literature Seeks To Communicate Power

I Stood Checked For A Moment - Awe, Not Fear, Fell Upon Me - And Whist I Stood, A Solemn Wind Began To Blow, The Most Mournful That Ever Ear Heard. Mournful! That Is Saying Nothing. It Was A Wind That Had Swept The Fields Of Mortality For A Hundred Centuries.

Even Imperfection Itself May Have Its Ideal Or Perfect State.

In Many Walks Of Life, A Conscience Is A More Expensive Encumbrance Than A Wife Or A Carriage.

Cows Are Amongst The Gentlest Of Breathing Creatures; None Show More Passionate Tenderness To Their Young When Deprived Of Them; And, In Short, I Am Not Ashamed To Profess A Deep Love For These Quiet Creatures.