What Is Called Honors And Dignities, And

In Every Cradle Decked With Rosy Wreath Lurk Germs Of Death.

One Can No More Keep The Mind From Returning To An Idea Than The Sea From Returning To A Shore. For A Sailor, This Is Called The Tide; In The Case Of The Guilty It Is Called Remorse. God Stirs Up The Soul As Well As The Ocean.

Joy's Smile Is Much Closer To Tears Than Laughter.

A Garden To Walk In And Immensity To Dream In--what More Could He Ask? A Few Flowers At His Feet And Above Him The Stars.

A Joyous Little Creature, So Beautiful, It Was As If A Gate Of Heaven Opened As She Came In.