Does Not The Latent Feeling That Much

Pluck Not The Wayside Flower; It Is The Traveler's Dower.

Politeness Costs Nothing. Nothing, That Is, To Him That Shows It; But If Often Costs The World Very Dear.

One Who Can See Without Seeming To See-- That's An Observer As Good As Three.

Tantarrara! The Joyous Book Of Spring Lies Open, Writ In Blossoms.

I Have Been An "official" All My Life, Without The Least Turn For It. I Never Could Attain A True Official Manner, Which Is Highly Artificial And Handles Trifles With Ludicrously Disproportionate Gravity.