The Death-bed Of A Day,

Man Is A Military Animal, Glories In Gunpowder, And Loves Parade.

Write To The Mind And Heart, And Let The Ear Glean After What It Can.

Night Brings Out Stars As Sorrow Shows Us Truths.

There Is No Surer Mark Of The Absence Of The Highest Moral And Intellectual Qualities Than A Cold Reception Of Excellence.

Who Can Mistake Great Thoughts? They Seize Upon The Mind; Arrest And Search, And Shake It; Bow The Tall Soul As By Wind; Rush Over It Like A River Reeds.