His Ears Were Often The First Thing

Girls Blush, Sometimes, Because They Are Alive, Half Wishing They Were Dead To Save The Shame. The Sudden Blush Devours Them, Neck And Brow; They Have Drawn Too Near The Fire Of Life, Like Gnats, And Flare Up Bodily, Wings And All. What Then? Who's Sorry For A Gnat Or Girl?

Souls Are Dangerous Things To Carry Straight Through All The Spilt Saltpetre Of This World.

The Great Chasm Between The Thing I Say, And The Thing I Would Say, Would Be Quite Dispiriting To Me, In Spite Even Of Such Kindnesses As Yours, If The Desire Did Not Master The Despondency.

God Only, Who Made Us Rich, Can Make Us Poor.

Truth Outlives Pain, As The Soul Does Life.