The Best Happiness Will Be To Escape

My Childhood Was Full Of Deep Sorrows - Colic, Whooping-cough, Dread Of Ghosts, Hell, Satan, And A Deity In The Sky Who Was Angry When I Ate Too Much Plumcake.

To An Old Memory Like Mine The Present Days Are But As A Little Water Poured On The Deep.

There Is No Sense Of Ease Like The Ease We Felt In Those Scenes Where We Were Born.

It Is In The Nature Of Foolish Reasonings To Seem Good To The Foolish Reasoner.

Poor Dog! I've A Strange Feeling About The Dumb Things As If They Wanted To Speak, And It Was A Trouble To 'em Because They Couldn't. I Can't Help Being Sorry For The Dogs Always, Though Perhaps There's No Need. But They May Well Have More In Them Than They Know How To Make Us Understand, For We Can't Say Half What We Feel, With All Our Words.