Keep Both Heart And Hand In Your

My Soul Is Awakened, My Spirit Is Soaring And Carried Aloft On The Wings Of The Breeze.

It Is A Hard, Embittering Thing To Have One's Kind Feelings And Good Intentions Cast Back In One's Teeth.

His Heart Was Like A Sensitive Plant, That Opens For A Moment In The Sunshine, But Curls Up And Shrinks Into Itself At The Slightest Touch Of The Finger, Or The Lightest Breath Of Wind.

Is It That They Think It A Duty To Be Continually Talking,' Pursued She: 'and So Never Pause To Think, But Fill Up With Aimless Trifles And Vain Repetitions When Subjects Of Real Interest Fail To Present Themselves? - Or Do They Really Take A Pleasure In Such Discourse?' 'very Likely They Do,' Said I; 'their Shallow Minds Can Hold No Great Ideas, And Their Light Heads Are Carried Away By Trivialities That Would Not Move A Better-furnished Skull; - And Their Only Alternative To Such Discourse Is To Plunge Over Head And Ears Into The Slough Of Scandal - Which Is Their Chief Delight.

When A Lady Condescends To Apologise, There Is No Keeping One’s Anger.