Work And Wait, Work And

The Hammer And The Anvil Are The Two Hemispheres Of Every True Reformer's Character.

Every Man Who Strikes Blows For Power, For Influence, For Institutions, For The Right, Must Be Just As Good An Anvil As He Is A Hammer.

Idleness Is The Sepulchre Of A Living Man.

Blessed Is That Man Who Knows His Own Distaff And Has Found His Own Spindle.

I Softly Sink Into The Bath Of Sleep: With Eyelids Shut, I See Around Me Close The Mottled, Violet Vapors Of The Deep, That Wraps Me In Repose.