He Was Born An Englishman And Remained

The Sun Was In Mind To Come Out But Having A Look At The Weather It Was In Lost Heart And Went Back Again.

That You, Sister. May You Be The Mother Of A Bishop.

No Man Can Discover His Own Talents.

I Never Felt So Much At Home As I Do In New York. I Must Be A Devil.

Nothing Hurts More Than The Friendly Letter That One Never Got Around To Writing.