Eyes That Droop Like Summer Flowers.

My Heart Is Its Own Grave!

Experience Teaches, It Is True; But She Never Teaches In Time.

Perhaps, From An Innate Desire Of Justification, Sorrow Always Exaggerates Itself. Memory Is Quite One Of Job's Friends; And The Past Is Ever Ready To Throw Its Added Darkness On The Present.

Hopes And Regrets Are The Sweetest Links Of Existence.

It Is Said That Ridicule Is The Test Of Truth: It Is Never Applied, But When We Wish To Deceive Ourselves.