Our Dead Are Never Dead To Us,

Steady Work Turns Genius To A Loom.

A Good Horse Makes Short Miles.

Anger And Jealousy Can No More Bear To Lose Sight Of Their Objects Than Love.

Plain Women He Regarded As He Did The Other Severe Facts Of Life, To Be Faced With Philosophy And Investigated By Science.

How Lovely The Little River Is, With Its Dark Changing Wavelets! It Seems To Me Like A Living Companion While I Wander Along The Bank, And Listen To Its Low, Placid Voice.