I Like The Silent Church Before The

In The Learned Journal, In The Influential Newspaper, I Discern No Form; Only Some Irresponsible Shadow; Oftener Some Monied Corporation, Or Some Dangler, Who Hopes, In The Mask And Robes Of His Paragraph, To Pass For Somebody. But Through Every Clause And Part Of Speech Of The Right Book I Meet The Eyes Of The Most Determined Men; His Force And Terror Inundate Every Word: The Commas And Dashes Are Alive; So That The Writing Is Athletic And Nimble,--can Go Far And Live Long.

A Walk In The Woods Is Only An Exalted Dream.

Why Should We Grope Among The Dry Bones Of The Past? The Sun Shines Today Also.

Culture Is One Thing And Varnish Is Another.

Solitude, The Safeguard Of Mediocrity, Is To Genius The Stern Friend