But Ignorance Is Happiness,when Young Hope Is

Hopes And Regrets Are The Sweetest Links Of Existence.

The Wind Has A Language, I Would I Could Learn! Sometimes 'tis Soothing, And Sometimes 'tis Stern, Sometimes It Comes Like A Low Sweet Song, And All Things Grow Calm, As The Sound Floats Along, And The Forest Is Lull'd By The Dreamy Strain, And Slumber Sinks Down On The Wandering Main, And Its Crystal Arms Are Folded In Rest, And The Tall Ship Sleeps On Its Heaving Breast.

There Are Words To Paint The Misery Of Love, But None To Paint Its Happiness.

A Woman's Fame Is The Tomb Of Her Happiness.

Occupation Is One Great Source Of Enjoyment. No Man, Properly Occupied, Was Ever Miserable.