A Master Passion Is The Love Of

See Time Has Touched Me Gently In His Race, And Left No Odious Furrows In My Face.

The Wife Was Pretty, Trifling, Childish, Weak; She Could Not Think, But Would Not Cease To Speak.

Good Is Done By Degrees.

Who Often Reads, Will Sometimes Wish To Write.

Some Hearts Are Hidden, Some Have Not A Heart.