Each Morning Sees Some Task

Nothing With God Can Be Accidental.

Many A Poem Is Marred By A Superfluous Verse.

The Heart, Like The Mind, Has A Memory. And In It Are Kept The Most Precious Keepsakes.

The Prayer Of Ajax Was For Light.

Some Critics Are Like Chimney-sweepers; They Put Out The Fire Below, And Frighten The Swallows From Their Nests Above; They Scrape A Long Time In The Chimney, Cover Themselves With Soot, And Bring Nothing Away But A Bag Of Cinders, And Then Sing From The Top Of The House As If They Had Built It.