When A Man's Busy, Why Leisure Strikes

Measure Your Mind's Height By The Shade It Casts.

If Thou Tastest A Crust Of Bread, Thou Tastest All The Stars And All The Heavens.

In This World, Who Can Do A Thing, Will Not; And Who Would Do It, Cannot, I Perceive: Yet The Will's Somewhat — Somewhat, Too, The Power — And Thus We Half-men Struggle.

I Give The Fight Up: Let There Be An End, A Privacy, An Obscure Nook For Me. I Want To Be Forgotten Even By God.

My Business Is Not To Remake Myself, But To Make The Absolute Best Of What God Made.