He That Works And Does Some Poem,

Thought Is The Parent Of The Deed.

The Healthy Know Not Of Their Health, But Only The Sick: This Is The Physician's Aphorism, And Applicable In A Far Wider Sense Than He Gives It.

When We Can Drain The Ocean Into Mill-ponds, And Bottle Up The Force Of Gravity, To Be Sold By Retail, In Gas Jars; Then May We Hope To Comprehend The Infinitudes Of Man's Soul Under Formulas Of Profit And Loss; And Rule Over This Too, As Over A Patent Engine, By Checks, And Valves, And Balances.

My Whinstone House My Castle Is, I Have My Own Four Walls.

Pain Was Not Given Thee Merely To Be Miserable Under; Learn From It, Turn It To Account.