Silence Is Become His Mother Tongue.

There Is Yet A Silent Agony In Which The Mind Appears To Disdain All External Help, And Broods Over Its Distresses With Gloomy Reserve. This Is The Most Dangerous State Of Mind; Accidents Or Friendships May Lessen The Louder Kinds Of Grief, But All Remedies For This Must Be Had From Within, And There Despair Too Often Finds The Most Deadly Enemy.

Man Wants But Little Here Below, Nor Wants That Little Long.

I Do Not Love A Man Who Is Zealous For Nothing.

You Can Preach A Better Sermon With Your Life Than With Your Lips.

Sweet Auburn, Loveliest Village Of The Plain.