It Is Curious How Tyrannical The Habit

Earth Gets Its Price For What Earth Gives Us; The Beggar Is Taxed For A Corner To Die In, The Priest Hath His Fee Who Comes And Shrives Us, We Bargain For The Graves We Lie In; Each Ounce Of Dross Costs Its Ounce Of Gold... 't Is Heaven Alone That Is Given Away, 't Is Only God May Be Had For The Asking; There Is No Price Set On The Lavish Summer, And June May Be Had By The Poorest Comer.

And The Poorest Twig On The Elm-tree Was Ridged Inch Deep With Pearl.

Incredulity Robs Us Of Many Pleasures, And Gives Us Nothing In Return.

While Tenderness Of Feeling And Susceptibility To Generous Emotions Are Accidents Of Temperament, Goodness Is An Achievement Of The Will And A Quality Of The Life.

All Thoughtful Men Are Solitary And Original In Themselves.