The Lovely Flowers Embarrass Me. They Make

The Spreading Wide My Narrow Hands / To Gather Paradise-.

Such Is The Force Of Happiness-- The Least Can Lift A Ton Assisted By Its Stimulus.

The Heart Is The Capital Of The Mind— The Mind Is A Single State— The Heart And The Mind Together Make A Single Continent— One—is The Population— Numerous Enough— This Ecstatic Nation Seek—it Is Yourself.

It Is Essential To The Sanity Of Mankind That Each One Should Think The Other Crazy - A Condition With Which The Cynicism Of Human Nature So Cordially Complies, One Could Wish It Were A Concurrence Upon A Subject More Noble.

When A Lover Is A Beggar Abject Is His Knee. When A Lover Is An Owner Different Is He.