Nothing But Love Can Answer To Love;

Sneering Springs Out Of The Wish To Deny; And Wretched Must That State Of Mind Be That Wishes To Take Refuge In Doubt.

Ingratitude Is The Necessary Consequence Of Receiving Favors Of Which We Are Ashamed.

We Would Liken Music To Aladdin's Lamp — Worthless In Itself, Not So For The Spirits Which Obey Its Call. We Love It For The Buried Hopes, The Garnered Memories, The Tender Feelings, It Can Summon With A Touch.

Habit Is Our Idea Of Eternity.

A Woman Only Can Understand A Woman.