Sunlight Is Painting.

Though We Speak Nonsense, God Will Pick Out The Meaning Of It.

What We Need For Our Happiness Is Often Close At Hand, If We Knew But How To Seek For It.

What Is The Voice Of Song When The World Lacks The Ear Of Taste?

Death Possesses A Good Deal, Of Real Estate, Namely, The Graveyard In Every Town.

The Traveller Knows Not Who May Be Concealed By The Innumerable Trunks And The Thick Boughs Overhead; So That With Lonely Footsteps He May Yet Be Passing Through An Unseen Multitude.