O Let Me Be Awake, My God!

The Earth With Its Scarred Face Is The Symbol Of The Past; The Air And Heaven, Of Futurity.

In Shakespeare One Sentence Begets The Next Naturally; The Meaning Is All Inwoven. He Goes On Kindling Like A Meteor Through The Dark Atmosphere.

Happiness Can Be Built Only On Virtue, And Must Of Necessity Have Truth For Its Foundation.

Cant Is The Parrot Talk Of A Profession.

Iambics March From Short To Long;-- With A Leap And A Bound The Swift Anapaests Throng