A Life That Is Worth Writing At

All Sense Of Hearing And Of Sight Enfold In The Serene Delight And Quietude Of Sleep.

People Of A Lively Imagination Are Generally Curious, And Always So When A Little In Love.

In This World A Man Must Either Be Anvil Or Hammer.

Sweet As The Tender Fragrance That Survives, When Martyred Flowers Breathe Out Their Little Lives, Sweet As A Song That Once Consoled Our Pain, But Never Will Be Sung To Us Again, Is They Remembrance. Now The Hour Of Rest Hath Come To Thee. Sleep, Darling: It Is Best.

Look Upon The Errors Of Others In Sorrow, Not In Anger.