There Are Two Worlds: The

Sympathizing And Selfish People Are Alike, Both Given To Tears.

It Flows Through Old Hushed Egypt And Its Sands, Like Some Grave Mighty Thought Threading A Dream, And Times And Things, As In That Vision, Seem Keeping Along It Their Eternal Stands.

The More Sensible A Woman Is, Supposing Her Not To Be Masculine, The More Attractive She Is In Her Proportionate Power To Entertain.

Bread, Milk And Butter Are Of Venerable Antiquity. They Taste Of The Morning Of The World.

Tears Hinder Sorrow From Becoming Despair.