A Girl's Affections Should Never Be Won

Oh, I Am Very Weary, Though Tears No Longer Flow; My Eyes Are Tired Of Weeping, My Heart Is Sick Of Woe.

The End Of Religion Is Not To Teach Us How To Die, But How To Live.

Farewell To Thee! But Not Farewell To All My Fondest Thoughts Of Thee; Within My Heart They Still Shall Dwell And They Shall Cheer And Comfort Me.

And Then, The Unspeakable Purity - And Freshness Of The Air! There Was Just Enough Heat To Enhance The Value Of The Breeze, And Just Enough Wind To Keep The Whole Sea In Motion, To Make The Waves Come Bounding To The Shore, Foaming And Sparkling, As If Wild With Glee.

All True Histories Contain Instruction; Though, In Some, The Treasure May Be Hard To Find, And When Found, So Trivial In Quantity, That The Dry, Shriveled Kernel Scarcely Compensates For The Trouble Of Cracking The Nut.