There Is First The Literature Of Knowledge,

A Promise Is Binding In The Inverse Ratio Of The Numbers To Whom It Is Made.

Surely Everyone Is Aware Of The Divine Pleasures Which Attend A Wintry Fireside; Candles At Four O'clock, Warm Hearthrugs, Tea, A Fair Tea-maker, Shutters Closed, Curtains Flowing In Ample Draperies To The Floor, Whilst The Wind And Rain Are Raging Audibly Without.

The Mere Understanding, However Useful And Indispensable, Is The Meanest Faculty In The Human Mind And The Most To Be Distrusted.

Grief Even In A Child Hates The Light And Shrinks From Human Eyes.

Thou Hast The Keys Of Paradise, Oh, Just, Subtle, And Mighty Opium!