Joys Are Bubble-like--what Makes Them Bursts Them

Man Is One; And He Hath One Great Heart. It Is Thus We Feel, With A Gigantic Throb Athwart The Sea, Each Other's Rights And Wrongs; Thus Are We Men.

The Value Of A Thought Cannot Be Told.

Evil Then Results From Imperfection.

It Is Fine To Stand Upon Some Lofty Mountain Thought, And Feel The Spirit Stretch Into A View.

The Long Days Are No Happier Than The Short Ones.