Silence,--the Applause Of Real And Durable Impressions.

Joy Is A Flame Which Association Alone Can Keep Alive, And Which Goes Out Unless Communicated.

But Nature Too, Shakes Off Her Sleep Today; By May's Mild Sun We See Reviv'd Her Frame, Around My Window Venus' Birds Proclaim, The Month Most Cherish'd Backwards Bends His Way!

The More I See Of The Representatives Of The People, The More I Admire My Dogs.

God - But A Word Invoked To Explain The World.

An Artist Should Have More Than Two Eyes.