How frugal is the chariot that bears a human soul.
The dearest ones of time, the strongest friends of the soul--BOOKS.
The steeples swam in amethyst, the news like squirrels swam.
Friends are nations in themselves.
How very sad it is to have a confiding nature, one's hopes and feelings are quite at the mercy of all who come along; and how very desirable to be a stolid individual, whose hopes and aspirations are safe in one's waistcoat pocket, and that a pocket indeed, and one not to be picked!
I HIDE myself within my flower That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower, That, fading from your vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me Almost a loneliness.