Conceit Spoils The Finest Genius.

...and Jo Laid The Rustling Sheets Together With A Careful Hand, As One Might Shut The Covers Of A Lovely Romance, Which Holds The Reader Fast Till The End Comes, And He Finds Himself Alone In The Work-a-day World Again.

...and The Most Intense Desire Gave Force To Her Passionate Words As The Girl Glanced Despairingly About The Dreary Room Like A Caged Creature On The Point Of Breaking Loose.

A Kiss For A Blow Is Always Best, Though It's Not Very Easy To Give It Sometimes.

I Often Think Flowers Are The Angels' Alphabet Whereby They Write On Hills And Fields Mysterious And Beautiful Lessons For Us To Feel And Learn.

I'm Tired Of Praise; And Love Is Very Sweet, When It Is Simple And Sincere Like This.