Dear To Me Is My Bonnie White

Many Of Our Cares Are But A Morbid Way Of Looking At Our Privileges

From My Experience, Not One In Twenty Marries The First Love; We Build Statues Of Snow And Weep To See Them Melt.

We Do That In Our Zeal Our Calmer Moment Would Be Afraid To Answer.

Wounds Sustained For The Sake Of Conscience Carry Their Own Balsam With The Blow.

He That Follows The Advice Of Reason Has A Mind That Is Elevated Above The Reach Of Injury; That Sits Above The Clouds, In A Calm And Quiet Ether, And With A Brave Indifferency Hears The Rolling Thunders Grumble And Burst Under His Feet.