Habit Is The Beneficent Harness Of Routine

Knightly Love Is Blent With Reverence As Heavenly Air Is Blent With Heavenly Blue.

Dark The Night, With Breath All Flowers, And Tender Broken Voice That Fills With Ravishment The Listening Hours,-- Whisperings, Wooings, Liquid Ripples, And Soft Ring-dove Cooings In Low-toned Rhythm That Love's Aching Stills! Dark The Night Yet Is She Bright, For In Her Dark She Brings The Mystic Star, Trembling Yet Strong, As Is The Voice Of Love, From Some Unknown Afar.

A Proud Heart And A Lofty Mountain Are Never Fruitful.

If We Need A True Conception Of The Popular Character To Guide Our Sympathies Rightly, We Need It Equally To Check Our Theories, And Direct Us In Their Application.

I Am Not Resigned: I Am Not Sure Life Is Long Enough To Learn That Lesson.