If Men Had Wings And Bore Black

Leaves Die, But Trees Do Not. They Only Undress.

Our Sweetest Experiences Of Affection Are Meant To Be Suggestions Of That Realm Which Is The Home Of The Heart.

Our Best Successes Often Come After Our Greatest Disappointments.

There Are Materials Enough In Every Man's Mind To Make A Hell There.

No Town Can Fail Of Beauty, Though Its Walks Were Gutters And Its Houses Hovels, If Venerable Trees Make Magnificent Colonnades Along Its Streets.