Love Is Blind; Couch Not His Eyes.

In The Air We Breathe, In The Water We Drink, In The Earth We Tread On, Life Is Every Where. Nature Lives: Every Pore Is Bursting With Life ; Every Death Is Only A New Birth, Every Grave A Cradle.

Remember That Every Drop Of Rain That Falls Bears Into The Bosom Of The Earth A Quality Of Beautiful Fertility.

I Am Suspicious Without A Motive, And Jealous Without Love; Although I Feel I Ought To Love Since I Desire To Be Loved.

Literature Is At Once The Cause And The Effect Of Social Progress.

No Deeply Rooted Tendency Was Ever Extirpated By Adverse Judgment. Not Having Originally Been Founded On Argument, It Cannot Be Destroyed By Logic.