Delicious Tears! The Heart's Own Dew.

Hard Are Life's Early Steps; And But That Youth Is Buoyant, Confident, And Strong In Hope, Men Would Behold Its Threshold, And Despair.

So Much To Win, So Much To Lose, No Marvel That I Fear To Choose.

No Thoroughly Occupied Man Was Ever Yet Very Miserable.

Farewell's A Bitter Word To Say.

I Do Not Think That Life Has A Suspense More Sickening Than That Of Expecting A Letter Which Does Not Come.