Death Is Delightful. Death Is Dawn, The

The Sentimentalist Does Not Think Of What He Does So Much As Of What The World Will Think Of What He Does.

There Is Something Magnificent In Having A Country To Love.

Death Is Delightful. Death Is Dawn, The Waking From A Weary Night Of Fevers Unto Truth And Light.

Heaven Is Neither Here Nor There To Me. Everywhere And Nowhere. Just Not In Between, But I Believe In Heaven.

New Occasions Teach New Duties, Time Makes Ancient Good Uncouth; They Must Upward Still And Onward, Who Would Keep Abreast Of Truth.