Never a lip is curved with pain that can't be kissed into smiles again.

It may be broadly stated that.....of all animals kept for the recreation of mankind the horse is alone capable of exciting a passion that shall be absolutely hopeless.

A bird in the hand is a certainty, but a bird in the bush may sing.

The dominant expression of a child is gravity.

Never a lip is curved with pain that can't be kissed into smiles again.

The delicate thought, that cannot find expression, For ruder speech too fair, That, like thy petals, trembles in possession, And scatters on the air.

Which I wish to remark-- And my language is plain,-- That for ways that are dark And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar.