But, Ah Me! Where Is

She Looked So Irresistibly Beautiful As She Said Those Brave Words That No Man Alive Could Have Steel His Heart Against Her.

I Haven't Much Time To Be Fond Of Anything ... But When I Have A Moment's Fondness To Bestow, Most Times ... The Roses Get It. I Began My Life Among Them In My Father's Nursery Garden, And I Shall End My Life Among Them, If I Can. Yes. One Of These Days (please God) I Shall Retire From Catching Thieves, And Try My Hand At Growing Roses.

Tears Are Scientifically Described As A Secretion. I Can Understand That A Secretion May Be Healthy Or Unhealthy, But I Cannot See The Interest Of A Secretion From A Sentimental Point Of View.

The Woman Who First Gives Life, Light, And Form To Our Shadowy Conceptions Of Beauty, Fills A Void In Our Spiritual Nature That Has Remained Unknown To Us Till She Appeared.

...it Will Always Remain My Private Persuasion That Nature Was Absorbed In Making Cabbages When Mrs. Vesey Was Born, And That The Good Lady Suffered The Consequences Of A Vegetable Preoccupation In The Mind Of The Mother Of Us All.