Some Touch Of Nature's Genial

The Tear, Down Childhood's Cheek That Flows, Is Like The Dewdrop On The Rose; When Next The Summer Breeze Comes By And Waves The Bush, The Flower Is Dry.

Love Will Subsist On Wonderfully Little Hope But Not Altogether Without It.

Mankind — The Race Would Perish Did They Cease To Aid Each Other.

Discretion Is The Perfection Of Reason, And A Guide To Us In All The Duties Of Life.

Faces That Have Charmed Us The Most Escape Us The Soonest.