The Sun Was Down, And All The

In My Garden, Care Stops At The Gate And Gazes At Me Wistfully Through The Bars.

It Is Not Of So Much Consequence What You Say, As How You Say It. Memorable Sentences Are Memorable On Account Of Some Single Irradiating Word.

Happiness Never Lays Its Finger On Its Pulse. If We Attempt To Steal A Glimpse Of Its Features It Disappears.

Pleasure Has No Logic; It Never Treads In Its Own Footsteps.

Christmas Is The Day That Holds All Time Together.