It's No Trifle At Her Time At

The Human Heart Finds Nowhere Shelter But In Human Kind.

Thought Has Joys Apart, Even In Blackest Woe, And Seizing Some Fine Thread Of Verity Knows Momentary Godhead.

There Is So Much To Read And The Days Are So Short! I Get More Hungry For Knowledge Every Day, And Less Able To Satisfy My Hunger.

I Shall Do Everything It Becomes Me To Do.

Brothers Are So Unpleasant.