I Am More Afraid Of

One Half The World Must Sweat And Groan That The Other Half May Dream.

Books Are Sepulchres Of Thought.

By The Shores Of Gitchee Gumee, By The Shining Big-sea-water, Stood The Wigwam Of Nokomis, Daughter Of The Moon, Nokomis, Dark Behind It Rose The Forest, Rose The Black And Gloomy Pine-trees, Rose The Firs With Cones Upon Them; Bright Before It Beat The Water, Beat The Clear And Sunny Water, Beat The Shining Big-sea-water.

I Like That Ancient Saxon Phrase, Which Calls, The Burial-ground God's-acre.

They Who Go Feel Not The Pain Of Parting; It Is They Who Stay Behind That Suffer.