The Nunneries Of Silent Nooks, The Murmured

Great Truths Are Portions Of The Soul Of Man; Great Souls Are Portions Of Eternity.

The Surest Plan To Make A Man Is, Think Him So.

Keats Longed For Fame, But Longed Above All To Deserve It.

It Seems To Me That The Bane Of Our Country Is A Profession Of Faith Either With No Basis Of Real Belief, Or With No Proper Examination Of The Grounds On Which The Creed Is Supposed To Rest.

A Beggar Through The World Am I, From Place To Place I Wander By. Fill Up My Pilgrim's Scrip For Me, For Christ's Sweet Sake And Charity.