Time Is So Fleeting That If We

Being Born In A Duck Yard Does Not Matter, If Only You Are Hatched From A Swan's Egg.

Life Itself Is The Most Wonderful Fairy Tale.

And The Top Spoke No More Of His Old Love; For That Dies Away When The Beloved Objects Has Lain For Five Years In A Roof Gutter And Got Wet Through; Yes, One Does Not Know Her Again When One Meets Her In The Dust Box.

It Was Clear To Me, As I Glanced Back Over My Earlier Life, That A Loving Providence Watched Over Me, That All Was Directed For Me By A Higher Power.

Just Living Is Not Enough... One Must Have Sunshine, Freedom, And A Little Flower.