His Cheek Is His Biographer- As Long

Superiority To Fate Is Difficult To Gain 'tis Not Conferred Of Any But Possible To Earn.

The Truth Must Dazzle Gradually Or Every Man Be Blind.

My Only Sketch, Profile, Of Heaven Is A Large Blue Sky, And Larger Than The Biggest I Have Seen In June - And In It Are My Friends - Every One Of Them.

That Short, Potential Stir That Each Can Make But Once, That Bustle So Illustrious Tis Almost Consequence, Is The Eclat Of Death.

How Much Can Come And Much Can Go, And Yet Abide The World!