Friend Of My Bosom, Thou More Than

Take All The Pleasures Of All The Spheres, And Multiply Each Through Endless Years,- One Minute Of Heaven Is Worth Them All.

We Were Happier When We Were Poorer, But We Were Also Younger.

In The Indications Of Female Poverty There Can Be No Disguise. No Woman Dresses Below Herself From Caprice.

If There Be A Regal Solitude, It Is A Sick-bed. How The Patient Lords It There!

Boys Are Capital Fellows In Their Own Way, Among Their Mates; But They Are Unwholesome Companions For Grown People.