And The Tear That We Shed, Though

A Poor Relation Is The Most Irrelevant Thing In Nature, A Piece Of Non Pertinent Correspondence, An Odious Approximation, A Haunting Conscience, A Preposterous Shadow, Lengthening In The Noontide Of Our Prosperity.

In The Negro Countenance You Will Often Meet With Strong Traits Of Benignity. I Have Felt Yearnings Of Tenderness Towards Some Of These Faces.

I Love To Lose Myself In Other Men's Minds.... Books Think For Me.

Summer, As My Friend Coleridge Waggishly Writes, Has Set In With Its Usual Severity.

I Am In Love With The Green Earth.