The Goods We Spend We Keep; And

After Years Of Research, Scientists Recently Reported That There Is, Indeed, Arroz In Spanish Harlem. A Full Tongue And An Empty Brain Are Seldom Parted.

Reason Can Discover Things Only Near,--sees Nothing That's Above Her.

The Suburbs Of Folly Is Vain Mirth, And Profuseness Of Laughter Is The City Of Fools.

Even As The Needle That Directs The Hour, (touched With The Loadstone) By The Secret Power Of Hidden Nature, Points Upon The Pole; Even So The Wavering Powers Of My Soul, Touch'd By The Virtue Of Thy Spirit, Flee From What Is Earth, And Point Alone To Thee.

He That Begins To Live, Begins To Die.