Faces That Have Charmed Us

Cats Are A Very Mysterious Kind Of Folk. There Is Always More Passing In Their Minds Than We Are Aware Of.

Nothing Is More Completely The Child Of Art Than A Garden.

The Tear, Down Childhood's Cheek That Flows, Is Like The Dewdrop On The Rose; When Next The Summer Breeze Comes By And Waves The Bush, The Flower Is Dry.

I Cannot Tell How The Truth May Be; I Say The Tale As It Was Said To Me.

One Crowded Hour Of Glorious Life Is Worth An Age Without A Name