It Always Seems To Be Raining Harder

A Poor Woman From Manchester, On Being Taken To The Seaside, Is Said To Have Expressed Her Delight On Seeing For The First Time Something Of Which There Was Enough For Everybody.

We Must Be Careful What We Read, And Not, Like The Sailors Of Ulysses, Take Bags Of Wind For Sacks Of Treasure.

Happy Indeed Is The Naturalist: To Him The Seasons Come Round Like Old Friends; To Him The Birds Sing: As He Walks Along, The Flowers Stretch Out From The Hedges, Or Look Up From The Ground, And As Each Year Fades Away, He Looks Back On A Fresh Store Of Happy Memories.

It Always Seems To Be Raining Harder Than It Really Is When You Look At The Weather Through The Window.

Time Is A Trust, And For Every Minute Of It You Will Have To Account.