There Is No Instinct Like That Of

This Is To Be Mortal, And Seek The Things Beyond Mortality.

Pleasure's A Sin, And Sometimes Sin's A Pleasure.

This Quiet Sail Is As A Noiseless Wing To Waft Me From Distraction.

It Is Not One Man Nor A Million, But The Spirit Of Liberty That Must Be Preserved. The Waves Which Dash Upon The Shore Are, One By One, Broken, But The Ocean Conquers Nevertheless. It Overwhelms The Armada, It Wears Out The Rock. In Like Manner, Whatever The Struggle Of Individuals, The Great Cause Will Gather Strength.

I Am Always Most Religious Upon A Sunshiny Day.