To Pile Up Honey Upon Sugar, And

I Counsel Thee, Shut Not Thy Heart, Nor Thy Library.

Boys Are Capital Fellows In Their Own Way, Among Their Mates; But They Are Unwholesome Companions For Grown People.

The Light That Lies In Woman's Eyes.

Friend Of My Bosom, Thou More Than A Brother, Why Wert Thou Not Born In My Father's Dwelling?

It Is Good To Love The Unknown.