Provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke.

It is the 1st mild day of March. Each minute sweeter than before... there is a blessing in the air.

Plain living and high thinking are no more.

Faith is, necessary to explain anything, and to reconcile the foreknowledge of God with human evil.

Dreams, books, are each a world.

On a fair prospect some have looked, And felt, as I have heard them say, As if the moving time had been A thing as steadfast as the scene On which they gazed themselves away.

And he is oft the wisest manWho is not wise at all.