End Is A Gloomy Word.

Not To Sink Under Being Man And Wife, But Get Some Color And Music Out Of Life?

Education Doesn't Change Life Much. It Just Lifts Trouble To A Higher Plane Of Regard.

There Is Little Much Beyond The Grave, But The Strong Are Saying Nothing Until They See.

I Do Not See Why I Should E’er Turn Back, Or Those Should Not Set Forth Upon My Track To Overtake Me, Who Should Miss Me Here And Long To Know If Still I Held Them Dear. They Would Not Find Me Changed From Him They Knew — Only More Sure Of All I Thought Was True.

Why Make So Much Of Fragmentary Blue In Here And There A Bird, Or Butterfly, Or Flower, Or Wearing-stone, Or Open Eye, When Heaven Presents In Sheets The Solid Hue?