Wish and learn to smooth away the surly wrinkles, to raise your lids frankly, and change the fiends to confident, innocent angels, suspecting and doubting nothing, and always seeing friends where they are not sure of foes.

Wish and learn to smooth away the surly wrinkles, to raise your lids frankly, and change the fiends to confident, innocent angels, suspecting and doubting nothing, and always seeing friends where they are not sure of foes.

He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.

Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous

The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.

wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?