Be Thine Own Palace, Or

All Our Life Is But A Going Out To The Place Of Execution, To Death.

No Spring Nor Summer Beauty Hath Such Grace As I Have Seen In One Autumnal Face.

We Give Each Other A Smile With A Future In It

There Is In Every Miracle A Silent Chiding Of The World, And A Tacit Reprehension Of Them Who Require, Or Who Need Miracles.

There Is No Health; Physicians Say That We, At Best, Enjoy But Neutrality.