Beware Of Him Who Hates The Laugh

One Might As Well Attempt To Calculate Mathematically The Contingent Forms Of The Tinkling Bits Of Glass In A Kaleidoscope As To Look Through The Tube Of The Future And Foretell Its Pattern.

The Elect, Those Who Will; The Non-elect, Those Who Won't.

The Tree Is But A Huge Boquet.

Men Are Not Put Into This World To Be Everlastingly Played On By The Harping Fingers Of Joy.

Amid The Discords Of This Life, It Is Blessed To Think Of Heaven, Where God Draws After Him An Everlasting Train Of Music; For All Thoughts Are Harmonious And All Feelings Vocal, And So There Is Round About His Feet Eternal Melody.