That Is Ever The Difference Between The

My Book Should Smell Of Pines And Resound With The Hum Of Insects.

That Which We Do Not Call Education Is More Precious Than That Which We Call So.

It Is The Same Among The Men And Women, As Among The Silent Trees; Always A Referred Existence, An Absence, Never A Presence And Satisfaction. Is It, That Beauty Can Never Be Grasped? In Persons And In Landscape Is Equally Inaccessible?

I Have Heard That Whoever Loves Is In No Condition Old.

Vanity Costs Money, Labor, Horses, Men, Women, Health And Peace, And Is Still Nothing At Last,--a Long Way Leading Nowhere.