Between our birth and death we may touch understanding As a moth brushes a window with its wing.
The beautiful spring came and when Nature resumes her loveliness the human soul is apt to revive also.
But I now entered on my fifteenth year - a sad epoch in the life of a slave...
But to the slave mother New Year's day comes laden with peculiar sorrows. She...
There is a great difference between Christianity and religion at the south....
Two obsessions are the hallmarks of Nature's artistic style.
Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not...
Praise the green earth. Chance has appointed her...
