Nature's Hasty Conscience.

There Is No Reasoning With Imagination.

I Find The Love Of Garden Grows Upon Me As I Grow Older More And More. Shrubs And Flowers And Such Small Gay Things, That Bloom And Please And Fade And Wither And Are Gone And We Care Not For Them, Are Refreshing Interests, In Life, And If We Cannot Say Never Fading Pleasures, We May Say Unreproved Pleasures And Never Grieving Losses.

Every Man Who Takes A Part In Politics, Especially In Times When Parties Run High, Must Expect To Be Abused; They Must Bear It; And Their Friends Must Learn To Bear It For Them.

Nature's Hasty Conscience.

Illness Was A Sort Of Occupation To Me, And I Was Always Sorry To Get Well.