The Discovery Of A Grey Hair When

Trifles Make Up The Happiness Or The Misery Of Mortal Life.

The Saddest Thing That Befalls A Soul Is When It Loses Faith In God And Woman.

Thoughts Must Come Naturally, Like Wild-flowers; They Cannot Be Forced In A Hot-bed, Even Although Aided By The Leaf-mould Of Your Past.

A Poem Round And Perfect As A Star.

To Bring The Best Human Qualities To Anything Like Perfection, To Fill Them With The Sweet Juices Of Courtesy And Charity, Prosperity, Or, At All Events, A Moderate Amount Of It, Is Required,--just As Sunshine Is Needed For The Ripening Of Peaches And Apricots.