Talk That Does Not End In Any

Weak Eyes Are Fondest Of Glittering Objects.

One Seems To Believe Almost All That They Believe; And When They Stop Short And Call It A Religion, And You Pass On, And Call It Only A Reminiscence Of One, Should You Not Part With The Kiss Of Peace?

The Public Is Anold Woman.let Her Maunderand Mumble.

Nakedness, Hunger, Distress Of All Kinds, Death Itself Have Been Cheerfully Suffered, When The Heart Was Right. It Is The Feeling Of Injustice That Is Insupportable To All Men.

O Poor Mortals, How Ye Make This Earth Bitter For Each Other.