I Desire That Death Find Me Ready

And Tears Are Heard Within The Harp I Touch.

Books Never Pall On Me. They Discourse With Us, They Take Counsel With Us, And Are United To Us By A Certain Living Chatty Familiarity. And Not Only Does Each Book Inspire The Sense That It Belongs To Its Readers, But It Also Suggests The Name Of Others, And One Begets The Desire Of The Other.

Often Have I Wondered With Much Curiosity As To Our Coming Into This World And What Will Follow Our Departure.

Reality Is Always The Foe Of Famous Names.

The Aged Love What Is Practical While Impetuous Youth Longs Only For What Is Dazzling.