True Self-love And Social Are The Same.

How Vast A Memory Has Love!

Where'er You Walk Cool Gales Shall Fan The Glade, Trees Where You Sit Shall Crowd Into A Shade. Where'er You Tread The Blushing Flowers Shall Rise, And All Things Flourish Where You Turn Your Eyes.

Woman's At Best A Contradiction Still.

Expression Is The Dress Of Thought.

A Work Of Art That Contains Theories Is Like An Object On Which The Price Tag Has Been Left.