Our Foibles Are Really What Make Us

When She Sees The Leaves Fall, They Raise No Other Idea In Her Mind Than That Winter Is Approaching.

Cursed Mammon Be, When He With Treasures To Restless Action Spurs Our Fate! Cursed When For Soft, Indulgent Leisures, He Lays For Us The Pillows Straight.

The Coward Only Threatens When He Is Safe.

We Are Pantheists When We Study Nature, Polytheists When We Write Poetry, Monotheists In Our Morality.

Death Is A Commingling Of Eternity With Time; In The Death Of A Good Man, Eternity Is Seen Looking Through Time.