Not To Discover Weakness Is The Artifice

A Sick Room Is At Times Too Sacred A Place For A Friend's Knock, Timid As That Is.

Whenever A Thing Is Done For The First Time, It Releases A Little Demon.

The Morns Are Meeker Than They Were, The Nuts Are Getting Brown; The Berry's Cheek Is Plumper, The Rose Is Out Of Town. The Maple Wears A Gayer Scarf, The Field A Scarlet Gown. Lest I Should Be Old-fashioned, I'll Put A Trinket On.

Unto A Broken Heart No Other One May Go Without The High Prerogative Itself Hath Suffered Too.

When He Tells Us About His Father, We Distrust Him. When He Shows Us His Home, We Turn Away, But When He Confides To Us That He Is Acquainted With Grief, We Listen, For That Also Is An Acquaintance Of Our Own.