Nothing Is Or Can Be

In The Mouths Of Many Men Soft Words Are Like Roses That Soldiers Put Into The Muzzles Of Their Muskets On Holidays.

Books Are Sepulchres Of Thought.

Ah, How Good It Feels! The Hand Of An Old Friend.

Ships That Pass In The Night, And Speak Each Other In Passing, Only A Signal Shown, And A Distant Voice In The Darkness; So On The Ocean Of Life, We Pass And Speak One Another, Only A Look And A Voice, Then Darkness Again And A Silence.

Nothing Is Or Can Be Accidental With God.