Like The Air-invested Heron, Great Persons Should

Ring Out Your Bells! Let Mourning Show Be Spread! For Love Is Dead.

Music, I Say, The Most Divine Striker Of The Senses.

Woman Was Formed To Admire; Man To Be Admirable. His Are The Glories Of The Sun At Noonday; Hers The Softened Splendors Of The Midnight Moon.

Nothing Has A Letter Effect Upon Children Than Praise.

No Is No Negative In A Woman's Mouth.