My Heart Is Its Own Grave!

How Very Satisfactory Those Discussions Must Be, Where Each Party Retains Their Own Opinion!

In Sad Truth, Half Our Forebodings Of Our Neighbors Are But Our Own Wishes, Which We Are Ashamed To Utter In Any Other Form.

We Might Have Been - These Are But Common Words, And Yet They Make The Sum Of Life's Bewailing.

Hard Are Life's Early Steps; And But That Youth Is Buoyant, Confident, And Strong In Hope, Men Would Behold Its Threshold, And Despair.

Anticipation Is A Bad Sleeping Draught.