Poets, When They Write Of Love, Give

She Believed In Letting Children Have A Certain Amount Of Rope, And Only Intervened At The Last Moment, In Order To Prevent Their Hanging Themselves By It.

... Can Life Be Made Undignified By Any Act Of Man?

I Am Never At Picnics. The Ground Was Not Meant To Be Sat Upon In Its Raw State, I Feel Sure, And I Prefer My Food Without Either Caterpillars Or Drafts!

To See A Shadow And Think It Is A Tree That Is A Pity; But To See A Tree And To Think It A Shadow Can Be Fatal.

... Most People Are Dead, And None Of Them Seem To Mind It. One Hears A Great Many Complaints About Life, Doesn't One? And There Are People I Know Who Would Certainly Grumble -- However Dead They Were -- If There Were Anything To Grumble At.