What Else Remains For Me? Youth, Hope

Let Us Be Merciful As Well As Just.

I Cannot Believe Any Man Can Be Perfectly Well In Body, Who Has Much Labor Of The Mind To Perform.

I Am The Angel Of The Sun Whose Flaming Wheels Began To Run When God's Almighty Breath Said To The Darkness And The Night, Let There Be Light! And There Was Light.

Happy Art Thou, As If Every Day Thou Hadst Picked Up A Horseshoe.

The Greatest Grace Of A Gift, Perhaps, Is That It Anticipates And Admits Of No Return.