Eyes that droop like summer flowers.
of all the follies that we can commit, the greatest is to hesitate.
The heart's hushed secret in the soft dark eye.
Assuredly, meeting after absence, is one of - ah, no! - it is life's most delicious feeling.
ingratitude is the necessary consequence of receiving favors of which we are ashamed.
There is a large stock on hand; but somehow or other, nobody's experience ever suits us but our own.