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Shall Not This Bygone Eden That We Knew In Our Eternal Life Have Shape And Hue? For Where Time Is Not Shall Not All Time Be? In That Calm Breast Whereto Our Souls Are Cleaving Shall We Not Find Our Loved Ones Beyond Grieving About The Hearth-stone Of Eternity?

The Most Effective Coquetry Is Innocence.

Exquisite Beauty Resides Rather In The Female Form Than Face, Where It Is Also More Lasting.

Private Passions Grow Tired And Wear Themselves Out; Political Passions, Never.

Ink Is The Transcript Of Thought.