It Is A Pleasant Thing To Reflect

I Looked At The Stars, And Considered How Awful It Would Be For A Man To Turn His Face Up To Them As He Froze To Death, And See No Help Or Pity In All The Glittering Multitude.

I Have Sometimes Sat Alone Here Of An Evening, Listening, Until I Have Made The Echoes Out To Be The Echoes Of All The Footsteps That Are Coming By And By Into Our Lives. "jerry, Say That My Answer Was, 'recalled To Life.

The Pain Of Parting Is Nothing To The Joy Of Meeting Again.

I Will Honor Christmas In My Heart, And Try To Keep It All The Year.

Eccentricities Of Genius.