If You Are Ever At A Loss

Stolen Kisses Are Always Sweetest.

The Rapturuous, Wild, And Ineffable Pleasure Of Drinking At Somebody Else's Expense

Sympathizing And Selfish People Are Alike, Both Given To Tears.

Green Little Vaulter, In The Sunny Grass, Catching Your Heart Up At The Feel Of June, Sole Noise That's Heard Amidst The Lazy Noon, When Ev'n The Bees Lag At The Summoning Brass.

An Author Is Like A Baker; It Is For Him To Make The Sweets, And Others To Buy And Enjoy Them.