Eyes That Droop Like Summer Flowers.

There Is A Large Stock On Hand; But Somehow Or Other, Nobody's Experience Ever Suits Us But Our Own.

I Never Cast A Flower Away, A Gift Of One Who Car'd For Me; A Flower--a Faded Flower, But It Was Done Reluctantly.

Travel Is As Much A Passion As Ambition Or Love.

Alas! We Makea Ladder Of Our Thoughts, Where Angels Step,but Sleep Ourselves At The Foot: Our High Resolveslook Down Upon Our Slumbering Acts.

Whatever People In General Do Not Understand, They Are Al Ways Prepared To Dislike; The Incomprehensible Is Always The Obnoxious.