She Poured A Little Social

We Know The Degree Of Refinement In People By The Matter They Laugh At And The Ring Of The Laugh.

Much Benevolence Of The Passive Order May Be Traced To A Disinclination To Inflict Pain Upon Oneself.

The Debts We Owe Ourselves Are The Hardest To Pay.

Days, When The Ball Of Our Vision Had Eagles That Flew Unabashed To Sun; When The Graps On The Bow Was Decision, And Arrow And Hand And Eye Were One; When The Pleasures, Like Waves To A Swimmer, Came Heaving For Rapture Ahead! - Invoke Them, They Dwindle, They Glimmer As Lights Over Mounds Of The Dead.

As We To The Brutes, Poets Are To Us.