The Dead Of Midnight Is The Noon

Of Her Scorn The Maid Repented, And The Shepherd - Of His Love.

Society Than Solitude Is Worse, And Man To Man Is Still The Greatest Curse.

We May Think All Religions Beneficial, And Believe Of One Alone That It Is True.

Nobody Ought To Be Too Old To Improve: I Should Be Sorry If I Was; And I Flatter Myself I Have Already Improved Considerably By My Travels. First, I Can Swallow Gruel Soup, Egg Soup, And All Manner Of Soups, Without Making Faces Much. Secondly, I Can Pretty Well Live Without Tea.

The First Pale Blossom Of The Unripened Year.