The Human Voice Is The Organ Of

Rule By Patience, Laughing Water!

No Man Is So Poor As To Have Nothing Worth Giving.

I Stay A Little Longer, As One Stays, To Cover Up The Embers That Still Burn.

Some Critics Are Like Chimney-sweepers; They Put Out The Fire Below, And Frighten The Swallows From Their Nests Above; They Scrape A Long Time In The Chimney, Cover Themselves With Soot, And Bring Nothing Away But A Bag Of Cinders, And Then Sing From The Top Of The House As If They Had Built It.

All Nature ... Is A Respiration Of The Spirit Of God, Who, In Breathing Hereafter Will Inhale It Into His Bosom Again, So That Nothing But God Alone Will Remain.