Earth Is Here So Kind, That Just

Reputations, Like Beavers And Cloaks, Shall Last Some People Twice The Time Of Others.

Man Owes Two Solemn Debts--one To Society, And One To-nature. It Is Only When He Pays The Second That He Covers The First.

Earth Is Here So Kind, That Just Tickle Her With A Hoe And She Laughs With A Harvest.

Duty, Though Set About By Thorns, May Still Be Made A Staff Supporting Even While It Tortures. Cast It Away, And, Like The Prophet's Wand, It Changes To A Snake.

A Pill That The Present Moment Is Daily Bread To Thousands.