Not To Discover Weakness Is The Artifice

My Best Acquaintances Are Those With Whom I Spoke No Word

Saying Nothing... Sometimes Says The Most.

A Charm Invests A Face Imperfectly Beheld,— The Lady Dare Not Lift Her Veil For Fear It Be Dispelled. But Peers Beyond Her Mesh, And Wishes, And Denies,— Lest Interview Annul A Want That Image Satisfies.

Here Is A Little Forest Whose Leaf Is Ever Green; Here Is A Brighter Garden, Where Not A Frost Has Been; In Its Unfading Flowers I Hear The Bright Bee Hum; Prithee, My Brother, Into My Garden Come!

I Could Not Prove The Years Had Feet-/yet Confident They Run.