Delicious Tears! The Heart's Own Dew.

The Blessings Of Matrimony, Like Those Of Poverty, Belong Rather To Philosophy Than Reality.

In Sad Truth, Half Our Forebodings Of Our Neighbors Are But Our Own Wishes, Which We Are Ashamed To Utter In Any Other Form.

I Will Look On The Stars And Look On Thee, And Read The Page Of Thy Destiny.

Hard Are Life's Early Steps; And But That Youth Is Buoyant, Confident, And Strong In Hope, Men Would Behold Its Threshold, And Despair.

The Heart's Hushed Secret In The Soft Dark Eye.