There Is Music In All Things, If

I Am As Comfortless As A Pilgrim With Peas In His Shoes - And As Cold As Charity, Chastity Or Any Other Virtue.

Friendship Is Love Without His Wings!

He Makes A Solitude, And Calls It - Peace!

By Heaven! It Is A Splendid Sight To See For One Who Hath No Friend, No Brother There.

I Suppose We Shall Soon Travel By Air-vessels; Make Air Instead Of Sea Voyages; And At Length Find Our Way To The Moon, In Spite Of The Want Of Atmosphere.