A Sealed Book, At Whose Contents We

Delicious Tears! The Heart's Own Dew.

To Enjoy Yourself Is The Easy Method To Give Enjoyment To Others.

The Truth Is, We Like To Talk Over Our Disasters, Because They Are Ours; And Others Like To Listen, Because They Are Not Theirs.

Knowledge Is Much Like Dust - It Sticks To One, One Does Not Know How.

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.