Fact Is Stranger Than Fiction.

He Who Sports Compliments, Unless He Takes Good Aim, May Miss His Mark, And Be Wounded By The Recoil Of His Own Weapon.

There Is Nothing Like Fun, Is There? I Haven't Any Myself, But I Do Like It In Others. O, We Need It. We Need All The Counterweights We Can Muster To Balance The Sad Relations Of Life. God Has Made Many Sunny Spots In The Heart; Why Should We Exclude The Light From Them?

There Is Nothing Like Fun, Is There? I Haven't Any Myself, But I Do Like It In Others.

There Is The Kiss Of Welcome And Of Parting, The Long, Lingering, Loving, Present One; The Stolen, Or The Mutual One; The Kiss Of Love, Of Joy, And Of Sorrow; The Seal Of Promise And Receipt Of Fulfillment.

Coerced Innocence Is Like An Imprisoned Lark,--open The Door, And It Is Off Forever. The Bird That Roams Through The Sky And The Groves Unrestrained Knows How To Dodge The Hawk And Protect Itself; But The Caged One, The Moment It Leaves Its Bars And Bolts Behind, Is Pounced Upon By The Fowler Or The Vulture.