A man who keeps a diary pays, Due toll to many tedious days; But life becomes eventful—then, His busy hand forgets the pen. Most books, indeed, are r….

I believe in Success, And in Comfort no less I believe all the rest is but patter..

Tantarrara! the joyous Book of Spring Lies open, writ in blossoms..

Soul's Castle fell at one blast of temptation, But many a worm had pierced the foundation..