The Amen Of Nature Is Always A

Don't You Stay At Home Of Evenings? Don't You Love A Cushioned Seat In A Corner, By The Fireside, With Your Slippers On Your Feet?

Truth Is Tough. It Will Not Break, Like A Bubble, At A Touch; Nay, You May Kick It About All Day Like A Football, And It Will Be Round And Full At Evening.

I Would Never Use A Long Word, Even, Where A Short One Would Answer The Purpose.

Our Brains Are Seventy-year Clocks. The Angel Of Life Winds Them Up Once For All, Then Closes The Case, And Gives The Key Into The Hand Of The Angel Of The Resurrection.

There Is No Friend Like An Old Friend Who Has Shared Our Morning Days, No Greeting Like His Welcome, No Homage Like His Praise.