A Thought May Be Very

A Bottomless Pit Of Violence, A Tower Of Babel Where All Are Speakers And No Hearers.

To Bring The Best Human Qualities To Anything Like Perfection, To Fill Them With The Sweet Juices Of Courtesy And Charity, Prosperity, Or, At All Events, A Moderate Amount Of It, Is Required,--just As Sunshine Is Needed For The Ripening Of Peaches And Apricots.

The Dead Keep Their Secrets, And In A While We Shall Be As Wise As They - And As Taciturn.

In My Garden, Care Stops At The Gate And Gazes At Me Wistfully Through The Bars.

Some Books Are Drenchèd Sandson Which A Great Soul's Wealth Lies All In Heaps,like A Wrecked Argosy.