My Hours Are Peaceful Centuries.

Taking To Pieces Is The Trade Of Those Who Cannot Construct.

Vanity Costs Money, Labor, Horses, Men, Women, Health And Peace, And Is Still Nothing At Last,--a Long Way Leading Nowhere.

The Good Writer Seems To Be Writing About Himself, But Has His Eye Always On That Thread Of The Universe Which Runs Through Himself And All Things.

If The Red Slayer Think He Slays, Or If The Slain Think He Is Slain, They Know Not Well The Subtle Ways, I Keep And Pass And Turn Again.

The Merit Claimed For The Anglican Church Is That, If You Let It Alone, It Will Let You Alone.