Some Tears Belong To Us Because We

There Seems A Life In Hair, Though It Be Dead.

Stolen Kisses Are Always Sweetest.

Great Women Belong To History And To Self-sacrifice, Not To The Annals Of A Stage, However Dignified.

The Loveliest Hair Is Nothing, If The Wearer Is Incapable Of A Grace.

Hair Is The Most Delicate And Lasting Of Our Materials, And Survives Us, Like Love. It Is So Light, So Gentle; So Escaping From The Idea Of Death, That, With A Lock Of Hair Belonging To A Child Or Friend, We May Almost Look Up To Heaven And Compare Notes With The Angelic Nature,--may Almost Say, "i Have A Piece Of Thee Here Not Unworthy Of Thy Being Now.