Nothing Puzzles Me More Than

I Counsel Thee, Shut Not Thy Heart, Nor Thy Library.

Since All The Maids Are Good And Lovable, From Whence Come The Bad Wives?

In Some Respects The Better A Book Is, The Less It Demands From The Binding.

The Trumpet Does Not More Stun You By Its Loudness, Than A Whisper Teases You By Its Provoking Inaudibility.

Those Evening Bells! Those Evening Bells! How Many A Tale Their Music Tells Of Youth And Home, And That Sweet Time When Last I Heard Their Soothing Chime!