To lose what we have never owned might seem an eccentric bereavement, but Presumption has its own affliction as well as claim.
The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him is aristocracy.
The Soul selects her own Society.
Noon - is the Hinge of Day-.
Spring's first conviction is a wealth beyond its whole experience.
I don't profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.