The Only Thing A Man Knows Is

Books Are A Finer World Within The World. (1863)

My Heart Like Moon-charmed Waters, All Unrest.

Men Praise Poverty, As The African Worships Mumbo Jumbo--from Terror Of The Malign Power, And A Desire To Propitiate At.

We Are Never Happy; We Can Only Remember That We Were So Once.

Seated In My Library At Night, And Looking On The Silent Faces Of My Books, I Am Occasionally Visited By A Strange Sense Of The Supernatural.