A Well Begun Is Half Ended.

What A Strange Power The Perception Of Beauty Is! It Seems To Ebb And Flow Like Some Secret Tide, Independent Alike Of Health And Disease, Of Joy Or Sorrow. There Are Times In Our Lives When We Seem To Go Singing On Our Way, And When The Beauty Of The World Sets Itself Like A Quiet Harmony To The Song We Uplift.

As I Make My Slow Pilgrimage Through The World, A Certain Sense Of Beautiful Mystery Seems To Gather And Grow.

Readjusting Is A Painful Process, But Most Of Us Need It At One Time Or Another.

I Have Known Some Quite Good People Who Were Unhappy, But Never An Interested Person Who Was Unhappy.

Do You Know The Times When One Seems To Stick Fast In Circumstances Like The Fly In The Jam-pot? It Can't Be Helped, And I Suppose The Best Thing To Do Is To Lay In A Good Store Of Jam!