There Is One Order Of Beauty Which

Things Are Achieved When They Are Well Begun.

A Woman's Hopes Are Woven Of Sunbeams; A Shadow Annihilates Them.

The Human Soul Is Hospitable, And Will Entertain Conflicting Sentiments And Contradictory Opinions With Much Impartiality.

I Always Think The Flowers Can See Us, And Know What We Are Thinking About.

Don't Let Us Rejoice In Punishment, Even When The Hand Of God Alone Inflicts It. The Best Of Us Are But Poor Wretches, Just Saved From Shipwreck. Can We Feel Anything But Awe And Pity When We See A Fellow-passenger Swallowed By The Waves?