Kindred Spirits Alone Do Not Change With

There Be Three Gentle And Goodlie Things, To Be Here, To Be Together, And To Think Well Of One Another.

I Love Pretty Things; And I Hate To Look In The Glass And See Something That Isn't Pretty. It Makes Me Feel So Sorrowful—just As I Feel When I Look At Any Ugly Thing. I Pity It Because It Isn't Beautiful.

Poor Soul, She Always Knew Everything About Her Neighbors, But She Never Was Very Well Acquainted With Herself.

Dear Old World', She Murmured, 'you Are Very Lovely, And I Am Glad To Be Alive In You.

Death Grows Friendlier As We Grow Older.