Dear To Me Is My Bonnie White

Whose Lenient Sorrows Find Relief, Whose Joys Are Chastened By Their Grief.

And Love Is Loveliest When Embalm'd In Tears.

Is Death The Last Sleep? No, It Is The Last And Final Awakening.

Give Me An Honest Laugher.

It Is A Great Disgrace To Religion, To Imagine That It Is An Enemy To Mirth And Cheerfulness, And A Severe Exacter Of Pensive Looks And Solemn Faces.