...in Certain Moods, No Man

Yet Habit - Strange Thing! What Cannot Habit Accomplish?

At Length I Fell Asleep, With The Volume In My Hand; And Never Slept So Sound Before

For Small Erections May Be Finished By Their First Architects; Grand Ones, True Ones, Ever Leave The Copestone To Posterity. God Keep Me From Ever Completing Anything. This Whole Book Is But A Draught—nay, But The Draught Of A Draught. Oh, Time, Strength, Cash, And Patience!

It Is Not Down In Any Map; True Places Never Are.

Who In The Rainbow Can Draw The Line Where The Violet Tint Ends And The Orange Tint Begins? Distinctly We See The Difference Of The Colors, But Where Exactly Does The One First Blendingly Enter Into The Other? So With Sanity And Insanity.