He Scratched His Ear, The Infallible Resource

That Low Vice, Curiosity!

It Is Singular How Soon We Lose The Impression Of What Ceases To Be Constantly Before Us. A Year Impairs, A Luster Obliterates. There Is Little Distinct Left Without An Effort Of Memory, Then Indeed The Lights Are Rekindled For A Moment - But Who Can Be Sure That The Imagination Is Not The Torch-bearer?

Oh, Mirth And Innocence! Oh, Milk And Water! Ye Happy Mixture Of More Happy Days!

Like The Measles, Love Is Most Dangerous When It Comes Late In Life.

Ada! Sole Daughter Of My House And Heart.