What Is Reading But Silent Conversation?

No Ashes Are Lighter Than Those Of Incense, And Few Things Burn Out Sooner.

Cats Ask Plainly For What They Want.

Children Are What The Mothers Are.

Death Stands Above Me, Whispering Low I Know Not What Into My Ear; Of His Strange Language All I Know Is, There Is Not A Word Of Fear.

An Ingenious Mind Feels In Unmerited Praise The Bitterest Reproof.