I Paint For Myself. I Don't Know

Who Then To Frail Mortality Shall Trust But Limns The Water, Or But Writes In Dust.

The Best Armor Is To Keep Out Of Gunshot.

Then Bless Thy Secret Growth, Nor Catch At Noise, But Thrive Unseen And Dumb; Keep Clean, Be As Fruit, Earn Life, And Watch, Till The White-wing'd Reapers Come.

A Man Finds Himself Seven Years Older The Day After His Marriage.

Nothing Doth So Much Keep Men Out Of The Church, And Drive Men Out Of The Church, As Breach Of Unity.