Quick-loving Hearts ... May Quickly Loathe.

Experience, Like A Pale Musician, Holds A Dulcimer Of Patience In His Hand.

She Lived, We'll Say, A Harmless Life, She Called A Virtuous Life, A Quiet Life, Which Was Not Life At All (but That She Had Not Lived Enough To Know)

The Greeks Said Grandly In Their Tragic Phrase, 'let No One Be Called Happy Till His Death;' To Which I Would Add, 'let No One, Till His Death, Be Called Unhappy.'

Of Writing Many Books There Is No End.

And If God Choose I Shall But Love Thee Better After Death.