Moroseness Is The Evening Of Turbulence.

Sculpture And Painting Are Moments Of Life; Poetry Is Life Itself.

Many Love Music But For Music's Sake, Many Because Her Touches Can Awake Thoughts That Repose Within The Breast Half-dead, And Rise To Follow Where She Loves To Lead. What Various Feelings Come From Days Gone By! What Tears From Far-off Sources Dim The Eye! Few, When Light Fingers With Sweet Voices Play, And Melodies Swell, Pause, And Melt Away, Mind How At Every Touch, At Every Tone, A Spark Of Life Hath Glistened And Hath Gone.

How Delightful It Is To See A Friend After A Length Of Absence! How Delightful To Chide Him For That Length Of Absence To Which We Owe Such Delight.

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

True Wit, To Every Man, Is That Which Falls On Another.