I should dread to disfigure the beautiful ideal of the memories of illustrious persons with incongruous features, and to sully the imaginative purity of classical works with gross and trivial recollections.
A genial hearth, a hospitable board, and a refined rusticity.
We live by admiration, hope and love.
Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.
Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.
It is the 1st mild day of March. Each minute sweeter than before... there is a blessing in the air.