Day, Like A Weary Pilgrim, Had Reached

All Nature ... Is A Respiration Of The Spirit Of God, Who, In Breathing Hereafter Will Inhale It Into His Bosom Again, So That Nothing But God Alone Will Remain.

Happy Art Thou, As If Every Day Thou Hadst Picked Up A Horseshoe.

Our Pleasures And Our Discontents, Are Rounds By Which We May Ascend.

Never Idle A Moment, But Thrifty And Thoughtful Of Others.

Ne Speaketh Not; And Yet There Lies A Conversation In His Eyes.