I Cut A Hole In My Heart

For Me This World Was Neither So High Nor So Low As The Church Would Have It; Chequered Over With Its Wild Light Shadows, I Could Love It And All The Children Of It, More Dearly, Perhaps, Because It Was Not All Light.

The Providence That Watches Over The Affairs Of Men Works Out Of Their Mistakes, At Times, A Healthier Issue Than Could Have Been Accomplished By Their Wisest Forethought.

Mistakes Are Often The Best Teachers.

I Cut A Hole In My Heart And Wrote With The Blood.

The Solitary Side Of Our Nature Demands Leisure For Reflection Upon Subjects On Which The Dash And Whirl Of Daily Business, So Long As Its Clouds Rise Thick About Us, Forbid The Intellect To Fasten Itself.