Some Tears Belong To Us Because We

There Seems A Life In Hair, Though It Be Dead.

Oh For A Seat In Some Poetic Nook, Just Hid With Trees And Sparkling With A Brook!

Many Birds And Beasts Are...as Fit To Go To Heaven As Many Human Beings - People Who Talk Of Their Seats There With As Much Confidence As If They Had Booked Them At A Box Office.

We Really Cannot See What Equanimity There Is In Jerking A Lacerated Carp Out Of The Water By The Jaws, Merely Because It Has No The Power Of Making A Noise; For We Presume That The Most Philosophic Of Anglers Would Hardly Delight In Catching A Shrieking Fish.

Tears Hinder Sorrow From Becoming Despair.