To This Hour, The Great Science And

Assuredly, Meeting After Absence, Is One Of - Ah, No! - It Is Life's Most Delicious Feeling.

There Is The Cause For Pleasure And For Pain: But Music Moves Us, And We Know Not Why? We Feel The Tears, But Cannot Trace Their Source. Is It The Language Of Some Other State, Born Of Its Memory! For What Can Wake The Soul's Strong Instinct Of Another World, Like Music！

Eyes That Droop Like Summer Flowers.

A Woman's Fame Is The Tomb Of Her Happiness.

Consistency Is A Human Word, But It Certainly Expresses Nothing Human.