I Think I Shall Be

I Shall Soon Be Laid In The Quiet Grave - Thank God For The Quiet Grave

Failure Is In A Sense The Highway To Success, As Each Discovery Of What Is False Leads Us To Seek Earnestly After What Is True.

The Thought, The Deadly Thought Of Solitude.

A Man Should Have The Fine Point Of His Soul Taken Off To Become Fit For This World.

Nor Do We Merely Feel These Essences For One Short Hour No, Even As These Trees That Whisper Round A Temple Become Soon Dear As The Temples Self, So Does The Moon, The Passion Posey, Glories Infinite, Haunt Us Till They Become A Cheering Light Unto Our Souls And Bound To Us So Fast, That Wheather There Be Shine, Or Gloom O'er Cast, They Always Must Be With Us, Or We Die.