God's Gifts Put Man's Best Dreams To

For Me, My Heart, That Erst Did Go Most Like A Tired Child At A Show, That Sees Through Tears The Mummers Leap, Would Now Its Wearied Vision Close, Would Childlike On His Love Repose, Who Giveth His Beloved, Sleep.

Souls Are Dangerous Things To Carry Straight Through All The Spilt Saltpetre Of This World.

It Is Difficult To Get Rid Of People When You Once Have Given Them Too Much Pleasure.

The Charm, One Might Say The Genius, Of Memory Is That It Is Choosy, Chancy And Temperamental.

Books Are Men Of Higher Stature.