Turn On Its Noiseless Hinges,

A Man Is Known By The Company His Mind Keeps.

The Ocean Moans Over Dead Men's Bones.

It Is The Lord's Day, And I Do Believe That Cheerful Hearts And Faces Are Not Unpleasant In His Sight.

Civilization Is The Lamb's Skin In Which Barbarism Masquerades.

O Harp Of Life, So Speedily Unstrung!