His Cheek Is His Biographer- As Long

The Things That Never Can Come Back, Are Several - Childhood - Some Forms Of Hope - The Dead.

The Truth Must Dazzle Gradually Or Every Man Be Blind.

The Older I Grow The More Do I Love Spring And Spring Flowers. Is It So With You?

The Will Is Always Near, Dear, Though The Feet Vary.

Does Not Eternity Appear Dreadful To You. I Often Get To Thinking Of It And It Seems So Dark To Me That I Almost Wish There Was No Eternity. To Think That We Must Forever Live And Never Cease To Be. It Seems As If Death Would Be A Relief To So Endless A State Of Existence.