The Stars Are So Far, Far Away!

Conscience, Like A Child, Is Soon Lulled To Sleep.

How Beautiful, Buoyant, And Glad Is Morning! The First Sunshine On The Leaves: The First Wind, Laden With The First Breath Of The Flowers—that Deep Sigh With Which They Seem To Waken From Sleep; The First Dew, Untouched Even By The Light Foot Of The Early Hare; The First Chirping Of The Rousing Birds, As If Eager To Begin Song And Flight; All Is Redolent Of The Strength Given By Rest, And The Joy Of Conscious Life.

In Marriage, As In Chemistry, Opposites Have Often An Attraction.

Alas! The Praise Given To The Ear Ne'er Was Nor Ne'er Can Be Sincere.

I Do Love Violets; They Tell The History Of Woman's Love.