Nature Is What We Know

Eden Is That Old-fashioned House We Dwell In Every Day Without Suspecting Our Abode Until We Drive Away.

A Word Is Dead When It Is Said, Some Say. I Say It Just Begins To Live That Day.

The Distance That The Dead Have Gone Does Not At First Appear- Their Coming Back Seems Possible For Many An Ardent Year.

Will You Tell Me My Fault, Frankly As To Yourself, For I Had Rather Wince, Than Die. Men Do Not Call The Surgeon To Commend The Bone, But To Set It, Sir.

Had We Less To Say To Those We Love, Perhaps We Should Say It Oftener.