The Great Home Of The Soul Is

In The End, For Congenial Sympathy, For Poetry, For Work, For Original Feeling And Expression, For Perfect Companionship With One's Friends--give Me The Country.

Only In A Novel Are All Things Given Full Play.

Yea, Paris Is A Festive Ton -- A Festive Ton For All! Skate O'er On Joy -- Thin Crust Of Gilded, Polished Joy! What Matters It If Hell's Beneath?

The #‎ Cosmos Is A Vast Living Body, Of Which We Are Still Parts.

Life Is A Travelling To The Edge Of Knowledge, Then A Leap Taken.