The Delicate Thought, That Cannot Find Expression,

The Delicate Thought, That Cannot Find Expression, For Ruder Speech Too Fair, That, Like Thy Petals, Trembles In Possession, And Scatters On The Air.

Perhaps There Is No Gift Of Nature That Requires As Little Exertion On The Part Of The Owner As Personal Beauty. I Am Not Certain But That It Is This Very Absence Of Effort Which Excites Our Admiration.

It May Be Broadly Stated That.....of All Animals Kept For The Recreation Of Mankind The Horse Is Alone Capable Of Exciting A Passion That Shall Be Absolutely Hopeless.

Each Lost Day Has Its Patron Saint!

But, When The Goddess' Work Is Done,the Woman's Still Remains.