Who Would Endure Life If It Were

After All, What Could You Expect From A Pig But A Grunt?

For There Is No Bond More Lasting Than That Formed By The Mutual Confidences Of That Magic Time When Youth Is Slipping From The Sheath Of Childhood And Beginning To Wonder What Lies For It Beyond Those Misty Hills That Bound The Golden Road.

It's The Worst Kind Of Cruelty — The Thoughtless Kind. You Can't Cope With It.

She Suddenly Found Herself Laughing Without Bitterness.

I Hate To Lend A Book I Love...it Never Seems Quite The Same When It Comes Back To Me.