Trouble Makes Us One With Every Human

I Firmly Believe That If The Whole Material Medica, As Now Used, Could Be Sunk To The Bottom Of The Sea, It Would Be Better For Mankind-and All The Worse For The Fishes.

The Year Is Getting To Feel Rich, For His Golden Fruits Are Ripening Fast, And He Has A Large Balance In The Barns, Which Are His Banks. The Members Of His Family Have Found Out That He Is Well To Do In The World. September Is Dressing Herself In Show Of Dahlias And Splendid Marigolds And Starry Zinnias. October, The Extravagant Sister, Has Ordered An Immense Amount Of The Most Gorgeous Forest Tapestry For Her Grand Reception.

[science Is] Piecemeal Revelation.

Build Thee More Stately Mansions, O My Soul, As The Swift Seasons Roll! Leave Thy Low-vaulted Past! Let Each New Temple, Nobler Than The Last, Shut Thee From Heaven With A Dome More Vast, Till Thou At Length Art Free, Leaving Thine Outgrown Shell By Life's Unresting Sea!

The Morning Cup Of Coffee Has An Exhilaration About It Which The Cheering Influence Of The Afternoon Or Evening Cup Of Tea Cannot Be Expected To Reproduce.