Wealth Accumulates, And Men Decay.

Hope Is Such A Bait, It Covers Any Hook.

Amid Thy Desert-walks The Lapwing Flies, And Tires Their Echoes With Unvaried Cries.

No One But A Fool Would Measure Their Satisfaction By What The World Thinks Of It.

A Book May Be Very Amusing With Numerous Errors, Or It May Be Very Dull Without A Single Absurdity.

True Genius Walks Along A Line, And, Perhaps, Our Greatest Pleasure Is In Seeing It So Often Near Falling, Without Being Ever Actually Down.