The World Is Full Of

There Is A Mystery About This Which Stimulates The Imagination; Where There Is No Imagination There Is No Horror.

His Sanguine Spirit Turns Every Firefly Into A Star.

My Business Is That Of Every Other Good Citizen - To Uphold The Law.

How Sweet The Morning Air Is! ...how Small We Feel With Our Petty Ambitions And Strivings In The Presence Of The Great Elemental Forces Of Nature!

Was It Hardness, Was It Selfishness, That She Should Ask Me To Risk My Life For Her Own Glorification? Such Thoughts May Come To Middle Age; But Never To Ardent Three-and-twenty In The Fever Of His First Love.