The Law Of Heaven And Earth Is

Better To Sink Beneath The Shock Than Moulder Piecemeal On The Rock!

Letter Writing Is The Only Device Combining Solitude With Good Company.

And Gentle Winds And Waters Near, Make Music To The Lonely Ear.

A Sleep Without Dreams, After A Rough Day Of Toil, Is What We Covet Most; And Yet How Clay Shrinks Back From More Quiescent Clay! The Very Suicide That Pays His Debt At Once Without Installments (an Old Way Of Paying Debts, Which Creditors Regret) Lets Out Impatiently His Rushing Breath, Less From Disgust Of Life Than Dread Of Death.

One Certainly Has A Soul; But How It Came To Allow Itself To Be Enclosed In A Body Is More Than I Can Imagine.