A Human Life Is A Story Told

Then He Rustled His Feathers, Curved His Slender Neck, And Cried Joyfully, From The Depths Of His Heart, 'i Never Dreamed Of Such Happiness As This, While I Was An Ugly Duckling.

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.

Nothing Is Too High For A Man To Reach, But He Must Climb With Care And Confidence

Well, Yes: People Write Poems When They Are In Love, But A Wise Man Will Not Print Them.

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