Coquetry Is The Champagne Of Love.

Frost Is The Greatest Artist In Our Clime - He Paints In Nature And Describes In Rime.

I Remember, I Remember The Fir-trees Dark And High; I Used To Think Their Slender Tops Were Close Against The Sky; It Was A Childish Ignorance, But Now 't Is Little Joy To Know I'm Farther Off From Heaven Than When I Was A Boy.

Comfort And Indolence Are Cronies.

O Men With Sisters Dear, O Men With Mothers And Wives, It Is Not Linen You 're Wearing Out, But Human Creatures' Lives!

Fuss Is The Froth Of Business.