Who Dares To Say That He Alone

The Young May Die, But The Old Must!

My Book And Heart Shall Never Part.

The Moon Is Hidden Behind A Cloud... On The Leaves Is A Sound Of Falling Rain... No Other Sounds Than These I Hear; The Hour Of Midnight Must Be Near... So Many Ghosts, And Forms Of Fright, Have Started From Their Graves To-night, They Have Driven Sleep From Mine Eyes Away: I Will Go Down To The Chapel And Pray.

I Love An Author The More For Having Been Himself A Lover Of Books.

Stay, Stay At Home, My Heart And Rest; Home-keeping Hearts Are Happiest.