Some People Stay Longer In

Out Of The Fragrant Heart Of Bloom, The Bobolinks Are Singing; Out Of The Fragrant Heart Of Bloom The Apple-tree Whispers To The Room, "why Art Thou But A Nest Of Gloom While The Bobolinks Are Singing?

A Friend Knows How To Allow For Mere Quantity In Your Talk, And Only Replies To The Quality.

There Will Presently Be No Room In The World For Things; It Will Be Filled Up With The Advertisements Of Things.

It Is The Still, Small Voice That The Soul Heeds, Not The Deafening Blasts Of Doom.

A Man Never Sees All That His Mother Has Been To Him Until It's Too Late To Let Her Know That He Sees It.