The Beauty Of A Lovely Woman Is

A Peasant Can No More Help Believing In A Traditional Superstition Than A Horse Can Help Trembling When Be Sees A Camel.

Dark The Night, With Breath All Flowers, And Tender Broken Voice That Fills With Ravishment The Listening Hours,-- Whisperings, Wooings, Liquid Ripples, And Soft Ring-dove Cooings In Low-toned Rhythm That Love's Aching Stills! Dark The Night Yet Is She Bright, For In Her Dark She Brings The Mystic Star, Trembling Yet Strong, As Is The Voice Of Love, From Some Unknown Afar.

In Travelling I Shape Myself Betimes To Idleness And Take Fools' Pleasure

It's Easy Finding Reasons Why Other Folks Should Be Patient.

Appearances Have Very Little To Do With Happiness.