The bee's favorite couplet: a sunup brimming buttercuplet.

The bee's favorite couplet: a sunup brimming buttercuplet.

The tide sent into
the cleft of rock Neptune's
polyfingered hand of
welcome.

The tide sent into
the cleft of rock Neptune's
polyfingered hand of
welcome.

I never met a man I didn't like.

I never met a man I didn't like.

A woman's life is a history of the affections.

A woman's life is a history of the affections.

Always when I see a man fond of praise I always think it is because he is an affectionate man read more

Always when I see a man fond of praise I always think it is because he is an affectionate man craving for affection.

Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.

Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.

The hardest of all is learning to be a well of affection, and not a fountain; to show them we read more

The hardest of all is learning to be a well of affection, and not a fountain; to show them we love them not when we feel like it, but when they do.

We may not return the affection of those who like us, but we always respect their good judgment.

We may not return the affection of those who like us, but we always respect their good judgment.

Caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of the affections as leaves are to the read more

Caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of the affections as leaves are to the life of a tree. If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roots.