Remorse Weeps Tears Of Blood.

Joy Rises In Me, Like A Summer's Morn.

The Happiness Of Life Is Made Up Of Minute Fractions.

How Did The Atheist Get His Idea Of That God Whom He Denies?

Imagination Is The Living Power And Prime Agent Of All Human Perception.

Some Men Are Like Musical Glasses; To Produce Their Finest Tones You Must Keep Them Wet.