Death Is The Ugly Fact

Yet Through All, We Know This Tangled Skein Is In The Hands Of One, Who Sees The End From The Beginning: He Shall Unravel All.

Every Man's Road In Life Is Marked By The Grave Of His Personal Likings.

The Pale Child, Eve, Leading Her Mother, Night.

In The Entire Circle Of The Year There Are No Days So Delightful As Those Of A Fine October.

Not On The Stage Alone, In The World Also, A Man's Real Character Comes Out Best In His Asides.