And All The Air Is Filled With

When One Is Truly In Love, One Not Only Says It, But Shows It.

No Endeavour Is In Vain; Its Reward Is In The Doing.

A Coquette Is A Young Lady Of More Beauty Than Sense, More Accomplishments Than Learning, More Charms Not Person Than Graces Of Mind, More Admirers Than Friends, Mole Fools Than Wise Men For Attendants.

But The Nearer The Dawn The Darker The Night, And By Going Wrong All Things Come Right. Things Have Been Mended That Were Worse, And The The Worse, The Nearer They Are To Mend.

The Grave Itself Is But A Covered Bridge, Leading From Light To Light, Through A Brief Darkness!