And So We Plough Along, As The

The Spirit-world Around This World Of Sense Floats Like An Atmosphere, And Everywhere Wafts Through These Earthly Mists And Vapours Dense A Vital Breath Of More Ethereal Air.

And So We Plough Along, As The Fly Said To The Ox.

A Life That Is Worth Writing At All Is Worth Writing Minutely.

The Sky Is Filled With Stars, Invisible By Day.

Love Contending With Friendship, And Self With Each Generous Impulse. To And Fro In His Breast His Thoughts Were Heaving And Dashing, As In A Foundering Ship.