But Certain Winds Will Make

Some People Are Born To Make Life Pretty, And Others To Grumble That It Is Not Pretty Enough.

People Who Write Finely Must Not Expect To Be Left In Repose; They Will Be Molested With Thanks, At Least.

Ignorance ... Is A Painless Evil; So, I Should Think, Is Dirt, Considering The Merry Faces That Go Along With It.

Nature Repairs Her Ravages,--repairs Them With Her Sunshine And With Human Labor.

What Is Better Than To Love And Live With The Loved? -- But That Must Sometimes Bring Us To Live With The Dead; And This Too Turns At Last Into A Very Tranquil And Sweet Tie, Safe From Change And Injury.