Life Would Die Without Poets, And Democracy

Where Can One Find A Profounder Desolation Than In The Poor Child Who Has Lost Its Mother?

The Fear Of Hell, The Punishment Of Sin, How The Modern Parent Revolts From Such Teaching. Yet I Will Assert That Far From Doing Us Children Harm, It Was A Sure Foundation To The World Of Our Confidence, A Master Girder In Our Palace Of Delight.

Funeral Expenses Are The Curse Of The Poor Everywhere On Earth, They Are Wasteful And Unnecessary, They Are The Price Of Foolish Ostentation And A Display That Is Less An Evidence Of Grief Than A Vulgar Travesty Of Those Pompous Obsequies Where No Grief Is.

What Is It In The Actor, The Stage, That Casts So Powerful A Spell On The Young Imagination?

To Forgive Is Wisdom, To Forget Is Genius. And Easier. Because It's True. It's A New World Every Heart Beat.