It's Wiser Being Good Than Bad; It's

The Best Way To Excape His Ire Is, Not To Seem Too Happy.

How He Lies In His Rights Of A Man! Death Has Done All Death Can. And Absorbed In The New Life He Leads, He Recks Not, He Heeds Nor His Wrong Nor My Vengeance; Both Strike On His Senses Alike, And Are Lost In The Solemn And Strange Surprise Of The Change.

All Service Is The Same With God.

Genius Has Somewhat Of The Infantine; But Of The Childish Not A Touch Or Taint.

How Very Hard It Is To Be A Christian!