Stolen Sweets Are Always Sweeter, Stolen Kisses

I Entrench Myself In My Books Equally Against Sorrow And The Weather.

There Is No Greater Mistake In The World Than The Looking Upon Every Sort Of Nonsense As Want Of Sense.

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

Fail Not To Call To Mind, In The Course Of The Twenty-fifth Of This Month, That The Divinest Heart That Ever Walked The Earth Was Born On That Day; And Then Smile And Enjoy Yourselves For The Rest Of It; For Mirth Is Also Of Heaven's Making.

Where The Mouth Is Sweet And The Eyes Intelligent, There Is Always The Look Of Beauty, With A Right Heart.