Do What We Can, Summer Will Have

The End Of The Human Race Will Be That It Will Eventually Die Of Civilization.

In The Learned Journal, In The Influential Newspaper, I Discern No Form; Only Some Irresponsible Shadow; Oftener Some Monied Corporation, Or Some Dangler, Who Hopes, In The Mask And Robes Of His Paragraph, To Pass For Somebody. But Through Every Clause And Part Of Speech Of The Right Book I Meet The Eyes Of The Most Determined Men; His Force And Terror Inundate Every Word: The Commas And Dashes Are Alive; So That The Writing Is Athletic And Nimble,--can Go Far And Live Long.

We Boil At Different Degrees.

The The Illuminated Mind The Whole World Sparkles With Light.

He Thought It Happier To Be Dead, To Die For Beauty, Than Live For Bread