The Very Effort To Forget Teaches Us

Toil Is The Portion Of Day, As Sleep Is That Of Night; But If There Be One Hour Of The Twenty-four Which Has The Life Of Day Without Its Labor, And The Rest Of Night Without Its Slumber, It Is The Lovely And Languid Hour Of Twilight.

Alas! We Give Our Own Coloring To The Actions Of Others.

The Rich Know Not How Hard It Is To Be Of Needful Rest And Needful Food Debarred.

The Dream On The Pillow, That Flits With The Day, The Leaf Of The Willow A Breath Wears Away; The Dust On The Blossom, The Spray On The Sea; Ay,--ask Thine Own Bosom-- Are Emblems Of Thee.

The Very Effort To Forget Teaches Us To Remember.