The Happiest Of Pillows Is Not That

Nothing Is Pleasanter To Me Than Exploring In A Library.

O Music! How It Grieves Me That Imprudence, Intemperance, Gluttony, Should Open Their Channels Into Thy Sacred Stream.

The Tomb Is The Pedestal Of Greatness. I Make A Distinction Between God's Great And The King's Great.

A Smile Is Ever The Most Bright And Beautiful With A Tear Upon It. What Is The Dawn Without The Dew? The Tear Is Rendered By The Smile Precious Above The Smile Itself.

Men, Like Nails, Lose Their Usefulness When They Lose Their Direction And Begin To Bend.