Words are often things also, and very precious, especially on the gravest occasions. Without "words," and the truth of things that is in them, what were we?

The fish is swift, small-needing, vague yet clear, A cold, sweet, silver life, wrapped in round waves.

Stolen kisses are always sweetest.

Tears and sorrows and losses are a part of what must be experienced in this present state of life: some for our manifest good, and ail, therefore, it is trusted, for our good concealed;--for our final and greatest good.

Some tears belong to us because we are unfortunate; others, because we are humane; many, because we are mortal. But most are caused by our being unwise. It is these last only that of necessity produce more.

Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in: Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add-- Jenny kissed me!

Those who have lost an infant are never, in a way, without an infant.