The Truth Never Flaunted A Sign.

I Don't Profess To Be Profound; But I Do Lay Claim To Common Sense.

To Die Before One Fears To Die May Be A Boon.

Forever Is Composed Of Nows— 'tis Not A Different Time— Except For Infiniteness— And Latitude Of Home

I Think Heaven Will Not Be As Good As Earth, Unless It Bring With It That Sweet Power To Remember, Which Is The Staple Of Heaven Here.

Our Journey Had Advanced; Our Feet Were Almost Come To That Odd Fork In Being's Road, Eternity By Term.