The lovely flowers embarrass me. They make me regret I am not a bee.

We turn not older with years but newer every day.

I held a jewel in my fingers And went to sleep. The day was warm, and winds were prosy; I said: "'T will keep." I woke and chid my honest fingers,— The gem was gone; And now an amethyst remembrance Is all I own.

Nothing is the force that renovates the World.

Just a turn of the doorknob, and there lies freedom.

But a Book is only the Heart's Portrait- every Page a Pulse.

The minister today preached about death and judgment, and what would become of those who behaved improperly - and somehow it scared me. He preached such an awful sermon I didn't think I should ever see you again until the Judgment Day. The subject of perdition seemed to please him somehow.