For We All Of Us,

I Have A Knack Of Hoping, Which Is As Good As An Estate.

I Will To Make Life Less Bitter For A Few Within My Reach.

The Purifying Influence Of Public Confession Springs From The Fact, That By It The Hope In Lies Is Forever Swept Away, And The Soul Recovers The Noble Attitude Of Simplicity.

Life Was Never Anything But A Perpetual See-saw Between Gravity And Jest.

The Rich Ate And Drank Freely, Accepting Gout And Apoplexy As Things That Ran Mysteriously In Respectable Families.