Stuffing Birds Or Playing Stringed Instruments Is

After The Fever Of Life--after Wearinesses, Sicknesses, Fightings And Despondings, Languor And Fretfulness, Struggling And Failing, Struggling And Succeeding--after All The Changes And Chances Of This Troubled And Unhealthy State, At Length Comes Death--at Length The White Throne Of God--at Length The Beatific Vision.

I Loved The Garish Day, And, Spite Of Fears, Pride Ruled My Will: Remember Not Past Years.

The Reason Why Christ Is Unknown Today Is Because His Mother Is Unknown.

Most People Go Not By Argument, But By Sympathies.

Brutes Gaze On Sights, They Are Arrested By Sounds; And What They See And What They Hear Are Sights And Sounds Only. The Intellectof Man, On The Contrary, Energises As Well As His Eye Or Ear, And Perceives In Sights Or Sounds Something Beyond Them. It Seizes And Unites What The Senses Present To It; It Grasps And Forms What Need Not Be Seen Or Heard Except In Detail. It Discerns In Lines And Colors, Or In Tones, What Is Beautiful And What Is Not. It Gives Them A Meaning, And Invests Them With An Idea.