For We All Of Us, Grave Or

Anger And Jealousy Can No More Bear To Lose Sight Of Their Objects Than Love.

Resolve Will Melt No Rocks. But It Can Scale Them.

In Poor Rosamond's Mind There Was Not Room Enough For Luxuries To Look Small In.

...there's Never A Garden In All The Parish But What There's Endless Waste In It For Want O' Somebody As Could Use Everything Up. It's What I Think To Myself Sometimes, As There Need Nobody Run Short O' Victuals If The Land Was Made The Most On, And There Was Never A Morsel But What Could Find It's Way To A Mouth.

I Think What We Call The Dullness Of Things Is A Disease In Ourselves. Else How Could Anyone Find An Intense Interest In Life? And Many Do.