Business Before Pleasure.

Imagination Is To Love What Gas Is To The Balloon-that Which Raises It From Earth.

The Truth Is, We Never Make For Others The Allowance We Make For Ourselves; And We Should Deny Even Our Own Words, Could We Hear Them Spoken By Another.

Who Has Not Experienced, At Some Time Or Other, That Words Had All The Relief Of Tears?

My Tears Are Buried In My Heart, Like Cave-locked Fountains Sleeping.

Childhood, Whose Very Happiness Is Love.