The Siren Waits Thee, Singing

Solitude Is The Audience-chamber Of God.

Cats Like Men Are Flatterers.

Moroseness Is The Evening Of Turbulence.

We Cannot Conquer Fate And Necessity, Yet We Can Yield To Them In Such A Manner As To Be Greater Than If We Could.

We Fancy We Suffer From Ingratitude, While In Reality We Suffer From Self-love.