If I Am Not Worth The Wooing,

The Laws Of Nature Are Just, But Terrible. There Is No Weak Mercy In Them. Cause And Consequence Are Inseparable And Inevitable. The Elements Have No Forbearance. The Fire Burns, The Water Drowns, The Air Consumes, The Earth Buries. And Perhaps It Would Be Well For Our Race If The Punishment Of Crimes Against The Laws Of Man Were As Inevitable As The Punishment Of Crimes Against The Laws Of Nature -were Man As Unerring In His Judgments As Nature.

I Know Not How It Is, But During A Voyage I Collect Books As A Ship Does Barnacles.

No Literature Is Complete Until The Language It Was Written In Is Dead.

The Lamps Are Lit, The Fires Burn Bright. The House Is Full Of Life And Light.

Softly The Evening Came /with The Sunset/.