Life Hath Quicksands, Life Hath Snares!

The Wreck Of The Hesperus But The Father Answered Never A Word, A Frozen Corpse Was He.

Ah, How Good It Feels! The Hand Of An Old Friend.

The Greatest Grace Of A Gift, Perhaps, Is That It Anticipates And Admits Of No Return.

Taste The Joy That Springs From Labor.

When We Walk Towards The Sun Of Truth, All Shadows Are Cast Behind Us.