Blows Are Sarcasms Turned Stupid.

It Is Not True That Love Makes All Things Easy; It Makes Us Choose What Is Difficult.

It Is Easy To Say How We Love New Friends, And What We Think Of Them, But Words Can Never Trace Out All The Fibers That Knit Us To The Old.

I Easily Sink Into Mere Absorption Of What Other Minds Have Done, And Should Like A Whole Life For That Alone.

Sane People Did What Their Neighbors Did, So That If Any Lunatics Were At Large, One Might Know And Avoid Them.

But, Bless Us, Things May Be Lovable That Are Not Altogether Handsome, I Hope?