We All Feel Disabled In Some Way.

The Lands Are Lit With All The Autumn Blaze Of Golden-rod, And Everywhere The Purple Asters Nod And Bend And Wave And Flit.

Words Are Less Needful To Sorrow Than To Joy.

The Tongue Is More Easily Controlled Than The Features Of The Face; And Though The Heart May Be Secret, The Face Is Transparent.

Marriage Takes Your Whole Heart; Selfish People Can't Pull It Off.

O Suns And Skies And Clouds Of June, And Flowers Of June Together. Ye Cannot Rival For One Hour October's Bright Blue Weather.