A Woman's Pity Sometimes Makes Her Mad.

I Would Build A Cloudy House For My Thoughts To Live In; When For Earth Too Fancy-loose And Too Low For Heaven! Hush! I Talk My Dream Aloud - I Build It Bright To See, - I Build It On The Moonlit Cloud, To Which I Looked With Thee.

It Is Difficult To Get Rid Of People When You Once Have Given Them Too Much Pleasure.

And Lips Say “god Be Pitiful,” Who Ne'er Said “god Be Praised.”

There, That Is Our Secret: Go To Sleep! You Will Wake, And Remember, And Understand.

Don't Get Me Wrong-painting's All Right. But Now That We Have Photography, What's The Point?