Wondrous Strong Are The Spells Of Fiction.

All The Means Of Action -- The Shapeless Masses -- The Materials -- Lie Everywhere About Us. What We Need Is The Celestial Fire To Change The Flint Into The Transparent Crystal, Bright And Clear. That Fire Is Genius.

The Soul...is Audible, Not Visible.

Be Thy Sleep Silent As Night Is, And As Deep.

The Grave Itself Is But A Covered Bridge, Leading From Light To Light, Through A Brief Darkness!

I Do Not Believe Anyone Can Be Perfectly Well, Who Has A Brain And A Heart