The Divine Chemistry Works In The Subsoil.

Trusting No Man As His Friend, He Could Not Recognize His Enemy When The Latter Actually Appeared.

Life Figures Itself To Me As A Festal Or Funereal Procession.

Echo Is The Voice Of A Reflection In A Mirror.

A Grave, Wherever Found, Preaches A Short And Pithy Sermon To The Soul.

Families Are Always Rising And Falling In America.