Presents, I Often Say, Endear Absents.

English Physicians Kill You, The French Let You Die.

Oh, The Pleasure Of Eating My Dinner Alone!

I Know That A Sweet Child Is The Sweetest Thing In Nature, Not Even Excepting The Delicate Creatures Which Bear Them.

Here Cometh April Again, And As Far As I Can See The World Hath More Fools In It Than Ever.

Science Has Succeeded To Poetry, No Less In The Little Walks Of Children Than With Men. Is There No Possibility Of Averting This Sore Evil?