It Is Strange What Society Will Endure

Hopes And Regrets Are The Sweetest Links Of Existence.

Alas! We Makea Ladder Of Our Thoughts, Where Angels Step,but Sleep Ourselves At The Foot: Our High Resolveslook Down Upon Our Slumbering Acts.

Eyes That Droop Like Summer Flowers.

The Dream On The Pillow, That Flits With The Day, The Leaf Of The Willow A Breath Wears Away; The Dust On The Blossom, The Spray On The Sea; Ay,--ask Thine Own Bosom-- Are Emblems Of Thee.

An Apt Quotation Is Like A Lamp Which Flings Its Light Over The Whole Sentence.