All Sense Of Hearing And Of Sight

A Boy's Will Is The Wind's Will.

There Is Nothing Holier In This Life Of Ours Than The First Consciousness Of Love, The First Fluttering Of Its Silken Wings.

Saint Augustine! Well Hast Thou Said, That Of Our Vices We Can Frame A Ladder, If We Will But Tread Beneath Our Feet Each Deed Of Shame.

To Charm, To Strengthen, And To Teach: These Are The Three Great Chords Of Might.

It Is A Beautiful Trait In The Lover's Character, That They Think No Evil Of The Object Loved.