The Rapture Of Pursuing Is The Prize

There Are Moments In Life, When The Heart Is So Full Of Emotion That If By Chance It Be Shaken, Or Into Its Depths Like A Pebble Drops Some Careless Word, It Overflows, And Its Secret, Spilt On The Ground Like Water, Can Never Be Gathered Together.

Art Is The Child Of Nature; Yes, Her Darling Child, In Whom We Trace The Features Of The Mother's Face, Her Aspect And Her Attitude, All Her Majestic Loveliness Chastened And Softened And Subdued Into A More Attractive Grace, And With A Human Sense Imbued. He Is The Greatest Artist, Then, Whether Of Pencil Or Of Pen, Who Follows Nature.

The Men That Women Marry, And Why They Marry Them, Will Always Be A Marvel And A Mystery To The World.

I Like That Ancient Saxon Phrase, Which Calls, The Burial-ground God's-acre.

Youth Comes But Once A Life Time. Perhaps, But It Remains Strong In Many For Their Entire Lives.