In Women Everything Is Heart, Even The

It Is Simpler And Easier To Flatter People Than To Praise Them.

Gray Hairs Seem To My Fancy Like The Soft Light Of The Moon, Silvering Over The Evening Of Life.

Education Should Bring To Light The Ideal Of The Individual.

There Is A Joy In Sorrow Which None But A Mourner Can Know.

There Are So Many Tender And Holy Emotions Flying About In Our Inward World, Which, Like Angels, Can Never Assume The Body Of An Outward Act; So Many Rich And Lovely Flowers Spring Up Which Bear No Seed, That It Is A Happiness Poetry Was Invented, Which Receives Into Its Limbs All These Incorporeal Spirits, And The Perfume Of All These Flowers.