I Remember How Beautiful The Merrimac Looked

If The World 's A Vale Of Tears, Smile, Till Rainbows Span It!

Every Phase Of Our Life Belongs To Us. The Moon Does Not, Except In Appearance, Lose Her First Thin, Luminous Curve, Nor Her Silvery Crescent, In Rounding To Her Full. The Woman Is Still Both Child And Girl, In The Completeness Of Womanly Character.

A Man May Make A Misanthrope Of Himself, But He Is Never One By Nature.

There Is Something In The Place Where We Were Born That Holds Us Always By The Heart-strings.

What Is The Meaning Of 'gossip?' Doesn't It Originate With Sympathy, An Interest In One's Neighbor, Degenerating Into Idle Curiosity And Love Of Tattling? Which Is Worse, This Habit, Or Keeping One's Self So Absorbed Intellectually As To Forget The Sufferings And Cares Of Others, To Lose Sympathy Through Having Too Much To Think About?