Improvement makes strait roads; but the crooked roads without improvement are roads of genius. Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires. Where man is not, nature is barren. Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not be believ'd. Enough! or too much. There is a Smile of Love And there is a Smile of Deceit And there is a Smile of Smiles In which these two Smiles meet. And there is a Frown of Hate And there is a Frown of disdain And there is a Frown of Frowns Which you strive to forget in vain. For it sticks in the Heart's deep Core And it sticks in the deep Back bone. And no Smile that ever was smil'd But only one Smile alone. That betwixt the Cradle and Grave It only once Smil'd can be, But when it once is Smile'd There's an end to all Misery.