No Words Suffice The Secret Soul To

In Solitude, Where We Are Least Alone.

A Woman Should Never Be Seen Eating Or Drinking, Unless It Be Lobster Salad And Champagne, The Only True Feminine And Becoming Viands.

I Cannot Help Thinking That The Menace Of Hell Makes As Many Devils As The Severe Penal Codes Of Inhuman Humanity Make Villains.

When We Two Parted In Silence And Tears, Half Broken-hearted, To Sever For Years.

Retirement Accords With The Tone Of My Mind; I Will Not Descend To A World I Despise.