But I'd Rather Look Like You Than

The Night Was Clear And Frosty, All Ebony Of Shadow And Silver Of Snowy Slope; Big Stars Were Shining Over The Silent Fields; Here And There The Dark Pointed Firs Stood Up With Snow Powdering Their Branches And The Wind Whistling Through Them.

I Believe I've Put Forth A Tiny Soul-root Into Kingsport Soil This Afternoon. I Hope So. I Hate To Feel Transplanted.

To Dispair Is To Turn Your Back On God.

Youth Is Not A Vanished Thing But Something That Dwells Forever In The Heart.

It’s So Much More Romantic To End A Story Up With A Funeral Than A Wedding.