The Light Can Be A Curtain As

Imagination Is A Licensed Trespasser: It Has No Fear Of Dogs, But May Climb Over Walls And Peep In At Windows With Impunity.

We Are Led On, Like Little Children, By A Way We Know Not.

Many An Irritating Fault, Many An Unlovely Oddity, Has Come Of A Hard Sorrow.

There's Good Chances And Bad Chances, And Nobody's Luck Is Pulled Only By One String.

Oh, Sir, The Loftiest Hopes On Earth Draw Lots With Meaner Hopes: Heroic Breasts, Breathing Bad Air, Run Risk Of Pestilence; Or, Lacking Lime-juice When They Cross The Line, May Languish With The Scurvy.