Of All Forms Of Human Error, Prophesy

Vague Memories Hang About The Mind Like Cobwebs.

The Memory Has As Many Moods As The Temper, And Shifts Its Scenery Like A Diorama.

Among The Blessings Of Love There Is Hardly One More Exquisite Than The Sense That In Uniting The Beloved Life To Ours We Can Watch Over Its Happiness, Bring Comfort Where Hardship Was, And Over Memories Of Privation And Suffering Open The Sweetest Fountains Of Joy.

Plainness Has Its Peculiar Temptations And Vices Quite As Much As Beauty.

You Know I Have Duties──we Both Have Duties──before Which Feeling Must Be Sacrificed.