Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, and flare up bodily, wings and all. What then? Who's sorry for a gnat or girl?

Light tomorrow with today!

Silence is the best response to a fool.

Men get opinions as boys learn to spell by reiteration chiefly.

We overstate the ills of life, and take Imagination... down our earth to rake.

Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished.

A child's kiss Set on thy sighing lips shall make thee glad; A poor man served by thee shall make thee rich; A sick man helped by thee shall make thee strong; Thou shalt be served thyself by every sense Of service which thou renderest.