When I Had Journeyed Half

He Who Sees A Need And Waits To Be Asked For Help Is As Unkind As If He Had Refused It.

No Sorrow Is Deeper Than The Remembrance Of Happiness When In Misery.

Here We Find The Moat Of Thieves. And Just As A Lizard, With A Quick, Slick Slither, Flicks Across The Highway From Hedge To Hedge, Fleeter Than A Flash, In The Battering Dog-day Weather, A Fiery Little Monster, Livid, In A Rage, Black As Any Peppercorn, Came And Made A Dart At The Guts Of The Others, And Leaping To Engage One Of The Pair, It Pierced Him At The Part Through Which We First Draw Food; Then Loosed Its Grip And Fell Before Him, Outstretched And Apart.

There Is A Gentle Thought That Often Springs To Life In Me, Because It Speaks Of You.

Be As A Tower Firmly Set; Shakes Not Its Top For Any Blast That Blows.