A Right Rule For A Club Would

Or Whipping Its Rough Surface For A Trout.

The Virtues Of Society Are The Vices Of The Saints.

For Poetry Was All Written Before Time Was, And Whenever We Are So Finely Organized That We Can Penetrate Into That Region Where The Air Is Music, We Hear Those Primal Warblings, And Attempt To Write Them Down, But We Lose Ever And Anon A Word, A Verse, And Substitute Something Of Our Own, And Thus Miswrite The Poem.

The Cure For False Theology Is Motherwit. Forget Your Books And Traditions, And Obey Your Moral Perceptions At This Hour.

The Sun Is The Sole Inconsumable Fireand God Is The Sole Inexhaustible Giver.