Anger seek it prey,-- Something to tear with sharp-edged tooth and claw, Like not to go off hungry, leaving Love To feast on milk and honeycomb at will.

Breed is stronger than pasture.

What is opportunity to the man who cant use it?

If you are not proud of your cellar, there is no thrill of satisfaction in seeing your guest hold up his wineglass to the light and look judicial.

O the anguish of the thought that we can never atone to our dead for the stinted affection we gave them.

It's them as take advantage that get advantage I' this world, I think: folks have to wait long enough afore it's brought to 'em.

Would not love see returning penitence afar off, and fall on its neck and kiss it?