Every Phase Of Our Life Belongs To

Some Of Us Must Wait For The Best Human Gifts Until We Come To Heavenly Places. Our Natural Desire For Musical Utterance Is Perhaps A Prophecy That In A Perfect World We Shall All Know How To Sing.

Whoever Claims To Understand Another Person Completely, Is Either Entirely Ignorant Of Himself, Or Else Has A Nature So Small That He Can Measure It Easily, And Supposes It To Be The Standard Of Every Other Nature.

O Mariner-soul, Thy Quest Is But Begun, There Are New Worlds Forever To Be Won.

One Mistake With Beginners In Writing Is, That They Think It Important To Spin Out Something Long. It Is A Great Deal Better Not To Write More Than A Page Or Two, Unless You Have Something To Say, And Can Write It Correctly.

These Blossoms, Gathered In Familiar Paths, With Dear Companions Now Passed Out Of Sight, Shall Not Be Laid Upon Their Graves. They Live, Since Love Is Deathless. Pleasure Now Nor Pride Is Theirs In Mortal Wise, But Hallowing Thoughts Will Meet The Offering, Of So Little Worth, Wanting The Benison Death Has Made Divine.