In The Life Of Each Of Us

Life Was Resumed, And Anxious Living Blew Away As If It Had Not Been. I Could Not Breathe Deep Enough Or Long Enough. It Was A Return To Happiness.

It Seems To Me Like Stealing, For Men And Women To Live In The World And Do Nothing To Make It Better.

Imagination Is The Only True Thing In The World!

You Never Get Over Bein' A Child Long's You Have A Mother To Go To.

A Harbor, Even If It Is A Little Harbor, Is A Good Thing, Since Adventurers Come Into It As Well As Go Out, And The Life In It Grows Strong, Because It Takes Something From The World, And Has Something To Give In Return.