To Sit For One's Portrait Is Like

Books Are A Finer World Within The World. (1863)

Each Time We Love,we Turn A Nearer And A Broader Markto That Keen Archer, Sorrow, And He Strikes.

Winter Does Not Work Only On A Broad Scale; He Is Careful In Trifles.

If You Wish To Preserve Your Secret, Wrap It Up In Frankness.

A Bottomless Pit Of Violence, A Tower Of Babel Where All Are Speakers And No Hearers.