My Soul Is Awakened, My Spirit Is

All Our Talents Increase In The Using, And Every Faculty, Both Good And Bad, Strengthens By Exercise.

His Heart Was Like A Sensitive Plant, That Opens For A Moment In The Sunshine, But Curls Up And Shrinks Into Itself At The Slightest Touch Of The Finger, Or The Lightest Breath Of Wind.

I Cannot Love A Man Who Cannot Protect Me.

If The Generous Ideas Of Youth Are Too Often Over- Clouded By The Sordid Views Of After-life, That Scarcely Proves Them To Be False

What A Fool You Must Be," Said My Head To My Heart, Or My Sterner To My Softer Self.