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And In The Wreck Of Noble Lives Something Immortal Still Survives.

A Coquette Is A Young Lady Of More Beauty Than Sense, More Accomplishments Than Learning, More Charms Not Person Than Graces Of Mind, More Admirers Than Friends, Mole Fools Than Wise Men For Attendants.

And All The Air Is Filled With Pleasant Noise Of Waters

The Talent Of Success Is Nothing More Than Doing What You Can Do, Well.

All Nature ... Is A Respiration Of The Spirit Of God, Who, In Breathing Hereafter Will Inhale It Into His Bosom Again, So That Nothing But God Alone Will Remain.