A Charm Invests A Face Imperfectly Beheld,—

How Very Sad It Is To Have A Confiding Nature, One's Hopes And Feelings Are Quite At The Mercy Of All Who Come Along; And How Very Desirable To Be A Stolid Individual, Whose Hopes And Aspirations Are Safe In One's Waistcoat Pocket, And That A Pocket Indeed, And One Not To Be Picked!

[a] Mother Is One To Whom You Hurry When You Are Troubled.

We Meet No Stranger, But Ourself.

A Dominie In Gray-- Put Gently Up The Evening Bars-- And Led The Flock Away

To Ignore Or Use Silence Is A Cruel Tool. Hence This Quote: Silence Is All We Dread; There's Ransom In A Voice; But Silence Is Infinity.