We Cannot Expect To Be Happy Always

The Wiser A Man Becomes, The More He Will Read, And Those Who Are Wisest Read Most.

The Naive Was Only A Part Of My Fairy Tales; Humour Was The Real Salt In Them.

When The Bird Of The Heart Begins To Sing, Too Often Will Reason Stop Up Her Ears.

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.

Enjoy Life. There's Plenty Of Time To Be Dead.