Round My Cradle Shimmered The

Music Played At Weddings Always Reminds Me Of The Music Played For Soldiers Before They Go Into Battle.

The Artist Is The Child In The Popular Fable, Every One Of Whose Tears Was A Pearl.

Don't Send A Poet To London.

As The Stars Are The Glory Of The Sky, So Great Men Are The Glory Of Their Country, Yea, Of The Whole Earth. The Hearts Of Great Men Are The Stars Of Earth; And Doubtless When One Looks Down From Above Upon Our Planet, These Hearts Are Seen To Send Forth, A Silvery Light Just Like The Stars Of Heaven.

The More I Get To Know People, The More I Like Dogs.