Pluck Not The Wayside Flower; It Is

The Mother's Kiss Is The Sweetest Thing Ever.

I Always Get Back To The Question, Is It Really Necessary That Men Should Consume So Much Of Their Bodily And Mental Energies In The Machinery Of Civilized Life? The World Seems To Me To Do Much Of Its Toil For That Which Is Not In Any Sense Bread. Again, Does Not The Latent Feeling That Much Of Their Striving Is To No Purpose Tend To Infuse Large Quantities Of Sham Into Men's Work?

Round The World And Home Again, That's The Sailor's Way!

I Believe In Success, And In Comfort No Less I Believe All The Rest Is But Patter.

Scarcely A Tear To Shed; Hardly A Word To Say; The End Of A Summer's Day; Sweet Love Is Dead.