I Felt It Shelter To Speak To

The Service Without Hope Is Tenderest, I Think-- ... There Is No Diligence Like That That Knows Not An Until

Narcotics Cannot Still The Tooth. That Nibbles At The Soul

We Meet No Stranger, But Ourself.

The Reticent Volcano Keeps His Never Slumbering Plan - Confided Are His Projects Pink To No Precarious Man.

My Friends Are My Estate.