To me this world is all one continued vision of fancy or imagination, >>
To the eyes of a miser a guinea is more beautiful than the sun, and a >>
One thought fills immensity. >>
The generations of men run on in the tide of time, but leave their des >>
The dead might as well try to speak to the living as the old to the yo >>
Our tastes greatly alter. The lad does not care for the child's rattle >>
The generations of men run on in the tide of time, but leave their destined lineaments permanent for ever and ever.