Opinion Is A Flitting Thing But Truth

A Word That Breathes Distinctly Has Not The Power To Die

The Heart Is The Capital Of The Mind— The Mind Is A Single State— The Heart And The Mind Together Make A Single Continent— One—is The Population— Numerous Enough— This Ecstatic Nation Seek—it Is Yourself.

Such Is The Force Of Happiness-- The Least Can Lift A Ton Assisted By Its Stimulus.

Inebriate Of Air Am I, And Debauchee Of Dew, Reeling, Through Endless Summer Days, From Inns Of Molten Blue.

Truth Is So Rare That It Is Delightful To Tell It.