But A Book Is Only The Heart's

The Service Without Hope Is Tenderest, I Think-- ... There Is No Diligence Like That That Knows Not An Until

The Pleading Of The Summer - That Other Prank - Of Snow - That Cushions Mystery With Tulle, For Fear The Squirrels - Know.

A Word Is Dead When It Is Said, Some Say. I Say It Just Begins To Live That Day.

Till I Loved I Never Lived.

The Past Is Such A Curious Creature To Look Her In The Face A Transport May Receipt Us Or A Disgrace-.