The Truly Brave Are Soft

I Suppose We Shall Soon Travel By Air-vessels; Make Air Instead Of Sea Voyages; And At Length Find Our Way To The Moon, In Spite Of The Want Of Atmosphere.

Man Is A Carnivorous Production, And Must Have Meals, At Least One Meal A Day; He Cannot Live, Like Woodcocks, Upon Suction, But, Like The Shark And Tiger, Must Have Prey; Although His Anatomical Construction Bears Vegetables, In A Grumbling Way, Your Laboring People Think Beyond All Question, Beef, Veal, And Mutton Better For Digestion.

Roll On, Thou Deep And Dark Blue Ocean

Muse Of The Many Twinkling Feet, Whose Charms Are Now Extending Up From Legs To Arms.

The Great Art Of Life Is Sensation, To Feel That We Exist, Even In Pain.