We Are Wiser Than We

Our Books Approach Very Slowly The Things We Most Wish To Know.

Far Or Forgot To Me Is Near; Shadow And Sunlight Are The Same; The Vanished Gods To Me Appear; And One To Me Are Shame And Fame.they Reckon Ill Who Leave Me Out; When Me They Fly, I Am The Wings; I Am The Doubter And The Doubt, And I The Hymn The Brahmin Sings.

The Cold, Inconsiderate Of Persons, Tingles Your Blood, Benumbs Your Feet, Freezes A Man Like An Apple.

Friendship Requires More Time Than Poor Busy Men Can Usually Command.

To Live The Greatest Number Of Good Hours Is Wisdom.