Bells, The Poor Man's Only Music.

And Here Were Forests Ancient As The Hills, Enfolding Sunny Spots Of Greenery.

Within Today, Tomorrow Is Already Walking.

I Do Not Wish You To Act From These Truths; No, Still And Always Act From Your Feelings; Only Meditate Often On These Truths That Sometime Or Other They May Become Your Feelings.

I Feel As If God Had, By Giving The Sabbath, Given Fifty-two Springs In Every Year.

The History Of All The World Tells Us That Immoral Means Will Ever Intercept Good Ends.