There Is No Remedy But

How Fair Doth Nature Appear Again! How Bright The Sunbeams! How Smiles The Plain! The Flow'rs Are Bursting From Ev'ry Bough, And Thousand Voices Each Bush Yields Now. And Joy And Gladness Fill Ev'ry Breast! Oh Earth!-oh Sunlight! Oh Rapture Blest! Oh Love! Oh Loved One!

The Happy Do Not Believe In Miracles.

Art Will Always Be Art.

It Seems To Never Occur To Fools That Merit And Good Fortune Are Closely United.

The Most Congenial Social Occasions Are Those Ruled By Cheerful Deference Of Each For All.