Oh What Can Ail Thee, Knight-at-arms, Alone

Health Is The Greatest Of Blessings - With Health And Hope We Should Be Content To Live.

I Have Loved The Principle Of Beauty In All Things.

In A Drear-nighted December, Too Happy, Happy Tree, Thy Branches Ne'er Remember Their Green Felicity.

Nothing Ever Becomes Real Till Experienced – Even A Proverb Is No Proverb Until Your Life Has Illustrated It

Heard Melodies Are Sweet, But Those Unheard Are Sweeter; Therefore, Ye Soft Pipes, Play On; Not To The Sensual Ear, But, More Endear'd, Pipe To The Spirit Ditties Of No Tone.