Love Rules The Camp, The Court, The

He Who Is Only Just Is Cruel; Who Upon The Earth Would Live Were All Judged Justly?

I Suppose We Shall Soon Travel By Air-vessels; Make Air Instead Of Sea Voyages; And At Length Find Our Way To The Moon, In Spite Of The Want Of Atmosphere.

I Have A Notion That Gamblers Are As Happy As Most People - Being Always Excited.

Of All The Horrid, Hideous Notes Of Woe, Sadder Than Owl-songs Or The Midnight Blast; Is That Portentous Phrase, "i Told You So.

The Dome Of Thought, The Palace Of The Soul.