Well Married A Person Has Wings, Poorly

God Has Made Sleep To Be A Sponge By Which To Rub Out Fatigue. A Man's Roots Are Planted In Night As In A Soil.

The Rarest Feeling That Ever Lights A Human Face Is The Contentment Of A Loving Soul.

Words Are But The Bannerets Of A Great Army, A Few Bits Of Waving Color Here And There; Thoughts Are The Main Body Of The Footman That March Unseen Below.

God Makes The Life Fertile By Disappointments, As He Makes The Ground Fertile By Frosts.

Genius Unexerted Is No More Genius Than A Bushel Of Acorns Is A Forest Of Oaks.