It Is Difficult To Know

By Unseen Hands Uplifted In The Light Of Sunset, Yonder Solitary Cloud Floats, With Its White Apparel Blown Abroad, And Wafted Up To Heaven.

Every Great Poem Is In Itself Limited By Necessity, But In Its Suggestions Unlimited And Infinite.

Our Faith Triumphant O'er Our Fears.

I Do Not Believe Anyone Can Be Perfectly Well, Who Has A Brain And A Heart

Love Is Sunshine, Hate Is Shadow, Life Is Checkered Shade And Sunshine.