Everything Is Sweetened By Risk.

I Go Into My Library And All History Unrolls Before Me.

Men And Women Make Their Own Beauty Or Their Own Ugliness. Sir Edward Bulwer Lytton Speaks In One Of His Novels Of A Man "who Was Uglier Than He Had Any Business To Be;" And, If We Could But Read It, Every Human Being Carries His Life In His Face, And Is Good-looking Or The Reverse As That Life Has Been Good Or Evil. On Our Features The Fine Chisels Of Thought And Emotion Are Eternally At Work.

Most Brilliant Star Upon The Crest Of Time Is England. England!

Sweet April's Tears, Dead On The Hem Of May.

A Tender Sadness Drops Upon My Soul, Like The Soft Twilight Dropping On The World.