The Soul's Rialto Hath Its

We Overstate The Ills Of Life, And Take Imagination... Down Our Earth To Rake.

There, That Is Our Secret: Go To Sleep! You Will Wake, And Remember, And Understand.

He's Just, Your Cousin, Ay, Abhorrently, He'd Wash His Hands In Blood, To Keep Them Clean.

We Get No Good By Being Ungenerous, Even To A Book, And Calculating Profits--so Much Help By So Much Reading. It Is Rather When We Gloriously Forget Ourselves, And Plunge Soul-forward, Headlong, Into A Book's Profound, Impassioned For Its Beauty, And Salt Of Truth-- 'tis Then We Get The Right Good From A Book.

Souls Are Gregarious In A Sense, But No Soul Touches Another, As A General Rule.