All Our Ignorance Brings Us Closer To

Enveloped In A Common Mist, We Seem To Walk In Clearness Ourselves, And Behold Only The Mist That Enshrouds Others.

The Human Heart Finds Nowhere Shelter But In Human Kind.

I Can't Abide To See Men Throw Away Their Tools I' That Way, The Minute The Clock Begins To Strike, As If They Took No Pleasure I' Their Work, And Was Afraid O' Doing A Stroke Too Much.... I Hate To See A Man's Arms Drop Down As If He Was Shot, Before The Clock's Fairly Struck, Just As If He'd Never A Bit O' Pride And Delight In's Work. The Very Grindstone 'ull Go On Turning A Bit After You Loose It.

The Dew-bead Gem Of Earth And Sky Begotten.

Upon My Word, I Think The Truth Is The Hardest Missile One Can Be Pelted With.