Astonishing Splashes Of Colour

We Never Understand How Little We Need In This World Until We Know The Loss Of It.

Temper Is A Weapon That We Hold By The Blade.

Our Heroine Knew That The Mother Would Always Leave The Window Open For Her Children To Fly Back By; So They Stayed Away For Years And Had A Lovely Time.

Oh The Gladness Of Their Gladness When They're Glad, And The Sadness Of Their Sadness When They're Sad; But The Gladness Of Their Gladness, And The Sadness Of Their Sadness, Are As Nothing To Their Badness When They're Bad

The Elizabethan Age Might Be Better Named The Beginning Of The Smoking Era.