The Deafest Man Can Hear Praise, And

We Oftener Say Things Because We Can Say Them Well, Than Because They Are Sound And Reasonable.

When A Cat Flatters ... He Is Not Insincere: You May Safely Take It For Real Kindness.

God Scatters Beauty As He Scatters Flowers O'er The Wide Earth, And Tells Us All Are Ours. A Hundred Lights In Every Temple Burn, And At Each Shrine I Bend My Knee In Turn.

I See The Rainbow In The Sky, The Dew Upon The Grass; I See Them, And I Ask Not Why They Glimmer Or They Pass. With Folded Arms I Linger Not To Call Them Back; 'twere Vain: In This, Or In Some Other Spot, I Know They'll Shine Again.

We Are No Longer Happy So Soon As We Wish To Be Happier.