Opinion Is A Fitting Thing But Truth

'tis Sweet To Know That Stocks Will Stand When We With Daisies Lie- That Commerce Will Continue- And Trades As Briskly Fly.

I . . . Am Small, Like The Wren, And My Hair Is Bold Like The Chestnut Burr; And My Eyes Like The Sherry In The Glass That The Guest Leaves.

November Always Seemed To Me The Norway Of The Year.

The Soul Selects Her Own Society.

It Is Better To Be The Hammer Than The Anvil.