truth outlives pain, as the soul does life.

Get work, get work; Be sure 'tis better than what you work to get.

A good neighbor sometimes cuts your morning up to mince-meat of the very smallest talk, then helps to sugar her bohea at night with your reputation.

God Himself is the best Poet, And the Real is His song.

XI I sang his name instead of song; Over and over I sang his name: Backward and forward I sang it along, With my sweetest notes, it was still the same! I sang it low, that the slave-girls near Might never guess, from what they could hear, That all the song was a name.

Men get opinions as boys learn to spell by reiteration chiefly.

Yes, I answered you last night; No, this morning, sir, I say: Colors seen by candle-light Will not look the same by day.