Life Like An Empty Dream Flits By.

Every Man Is In Some Sort A Failure To Himself. No One Ever Reaches The Heights To Which He Aspires.

The Moon Is Hidden Behind A Cloud... On The Leaves Is A Sound Of Falling Rain... No Other Sounds Than These I Hear; The Hour Of Midnight Must Be Near... So Many Ghosts, And Forms Of Fright, Have Started From Their Graves To-night, They Have Driven Sleep From Mine Eyes Away: I Will Go Down To The Chapel And Pray.

A Boy's Will Is The Wind's Will.

Intelligence And Courtesy Not Always Are Combined; Often In A Wooden House A Golden Room We Find.

He That Respects Himself Is Safe From Others. He Wears A Coat Of Mail That None Can Pierce.