Friendship Is A Sheltering Tree.

Come, Come Thou Bleak December Wind, And Blow The Dry Leaves From The Tree! Flash, Like A Love-thought, Thro'me, Death And Take A Life That Wearies Me.

Until You Understand A Writer's Ignorance, Presume Yourself Ignorant Of His Understanding.

Our Own Heart, And Not Other Men's Opinion, Forms Our True Honor.

Iambics March From Short To Long;-- With A Leap And A Bound The Swift Anapaests Throng

Oh, The Difficulty Of Fixing The Attention Of Men On The World Within Them!