Full Many A Flower Is Born To

“i Often Think,” Said She, “that There Is Nothing So Bad As Parting With One's Friends. One Seems So Forlorn Without Them.”

Full Many A Flower Is Born To Blush Unseen, And Waste Its Fragrance On The Desert Air.

She Had A Lively, Playful Disposition That Delighted In Anything Ridiculous.

What Praise Is More Valuable Than The Praise Of An Intelligent Servant?

One Does Not Love A Place The Less For Having Suffered In It, Unless It Has Been All Suffering, Nothing But Suffering.