Childhood, Whose Very Happiness Is Love.

It Is Amazing How Much A Thought Expands And Refines By Being Put Into Speech: I Should Think It Could Hardly Know Itself.

Suicide And Antipathy To Fires In A Bedroom Seem To Be Among The National Characteristics. Perhaps The Same Moral Cause May Originate Both.

Delicious Tears! The Heart's Own Dew.

Knowledge Is Much Like Dust - It Sticks To One, One Does Not Know How.

Affection Exaggerates Its Own Offenses.