The Cannon Will Not Suffer Any Other

Within, I Do Not Find Wrinkles And Used Heart, But Unspent Youth.

[a]s If Life Were A Thunder-storm Wherein You Can See By A Flash The Horizon, And Then Cannot See Your Hand.

Discontent Is Want Of Self-reliance; It Is Infirmity Of Will.

I Read The Other Day Some Verses Written By An Eminent Painter Which Were Original And Not Conventional.

The Wise Man In The Storm Prays God Not For Safety From Danger But For Deliverance From Fear. It Is The Storm Within Which Endangers Him[,] Not The Storm Without.