Drunkards of summer are quite as frequent as Drunkards of wine.

The only Commandment I ever obeyed — 'Consider the Lilies.

We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.

To die before one fears to die may be a boon.

At least to pray is left - is left Oh Jesus - in the Air - I know not which thy chamber is - I'm knocking everywhere.

To lose what we have never owned might seem an eccentric bereavement, but Presumption has its own affliction as well as claim.

Pain has an element of blank