Who Can Prove Wit To Be Witty

So To Live Is Heaven; To Make Undying Music In The World.

I Cherish My Childish Loves--the Memory Of That Warm Little Nest Where My Affections Were Fledged.

A Mother's Yearning Feels The Presence Of The Cherished Child Even In The Degraded Man.

That Farewell Kiss Which Resembles Greeting, That Last Glance Of Love Which Becomes The Sharpest Pang Of Sorrow.

What A Wretched Lot Of Old Shrivelled Creatures We Shall Be By-and-by. Never Mind - The Uglier We Get In The Eyes Of Others, The Lovelier We Shall Be To Each Other; That Has Always Been My Firm Faith About Friendship.