Truly, This World Can Go On Without

If The Great Captain Of Plymouth Is So Very Eager To Wed Me, Why Does He Not Come Himself, And Take The Trouble To Woo Me? If I Am Not Worth The Wooing, I Surely Am Not Worth The Winning!

Art Is The Child Of Nature In Whom We Trace The Features Of The Mothers Face.

There Are Favorable Hours For Reading A Book, As For Writing It.

Through Woods And Mountain Passes The Winds, Like Anthems, Roll.

In The Mouths Of Many Men Soft Words Are Like Roses That Soldiers Put Into The Muzzles Of Their Muskets On Holidays.