Constancy... That Small Change Of Love, Which

Like To The Apples On The Dead Sea's Shore, All Ashes To The Taste.

Such Partings Break The Heart They Fondly Hope To Heal.

I Suppose We Shall Soon Travel By Air-vessels; Make Air Instead Of Sea Voyages; And At Length Find Our Way To The Moon, In Spite Of The Want Of Atmosphere.

Always Laugh When You Can. It Is Cheap Medicine.

Here's A Sigh To Those Who Love Me,and A Smile To Those Who Hate;and, Whatever Sky's Above Me,here's A Heart For Every Fate.