Private Passions Tire And Exhaust

I Say To This Night: "pass More Slowly"; And The Dawn Will Come To Dispel The Night.

My Dog! The Difference Between Thee And Me Knows Only Our Creator.

Sentiment Is The Poetry Of The Imagination.

Men Are Misers, And Women Prodigal, In Affection.

The People Will Not Allow Themselves To Be Changed Into Hogs By The Circes Of Atheism. Their Souls Will Flash Indignation Against Their Transformers. A Day Will Come When They Will See That They Are Impoverished Under The Pretext Of Being Enriched; That, When They Are Robbed Of Their Souls And Of God, Both Their Titles To Liberty Are Stolen From Them.