A Letter Is A Joy Of Earth

How Strange That Nature Does Not Knock, And Yet Does Not Intrude!

Longing, It May Be, Is The Gift No Other Gift Supplies.

A Deed Knocks First At Thought And Then - It Knocks At Will - That Is The Manufacturing Spot.

It Is Essential To The Sanity Of Mankind That Each One Should Think The Other Crazy - A Condition With Which The Cynicism Of Human Nature So Cordially Complies, One Could Wish It Were A Concurrence Upon A Subject More Noble.

A Shady Friend For Torrid Days Is Easier To Find Than One Of Higher Temperature For Frigid Hour Of Mind.