Love Isn't Blind; It's Only Love That

Imagination Is The Only True Thing In The World!

Tain't Worthwhile To Wear A Day All Out Before It Comes.

This Was One Of Those Perfect New England Days In Late Summer Where The Spirit Of Autumn Takes A First Stealing Flight, Like A Spy, Through The Ripening Country-side, And, With Feigned Sympathy For Those Who Droop With August Heat, Puts Her Cool Cloak Of Bracing Air About Leaf And Flower And Human Shoulders.

The Mysterious Moment Of Death Proves To Be A Moment Of Waking. How One Longs To Take It For One's Self!

In These Days The Young Folks Is All Copy-cats, 'fraid To Death They Won't Be All Just Alike; As For The Old Folks, They Pray For The Advantage O' Bein' A Little Different.