He Saw A Lawyer Killing A Viper

Why Aren't More Gems From Our Great Authors Scattered Over The Country? Great Books Aren't Within Everybody's Reach.

Alone, Alone, All, All Alone, Alone On A Wide Wide Sea! And Never Saint Took Pity On My Soul In Agony

The Fastidious Taste Will Find Offence In The Occasional Vulgarisms, Or What We Now Call Slang, Which Not A Few Of Our Writers Seem To Have Affected.

Chance Is But The Pseudonym Of God For Those Particular Cases, Which He Does Not Choose To Acknowledge Openly With His Own Sign Manual.

Be That Blind Bard Who On The Chian Strand, By Those Deep Sounds Possessed With Inward Light, Beheld The Iliad And The Odyssey Rise To The Swelling Of The Voiceful Sea.