There Is No One Who Does Not

There Is No Planet, Sun, Or Star Could Hold You If You But Knew What You Are.

Any Work Looks Wonderful To Me Except The One Which I Can Do.

Alas For America As I Must So Often Say, The Ungirt, The Diffuse, The Profuse, Procumbent, One Wide Ground Juniper, Out Of Which No Cedar, No Oak Will Rear Up A Mast To The Clouds! It All Runs To Leaves, To Suckers, To Tendrils, To Miscellany. The Air Is Loaded With Poppy, With Imbecility, With Dispersion, & Sloth.

No One Can Cheat You Out Of Ultimate Success But Yourself.

The Soul Is The Perceiver And The Revealer Of Truth.