It Is The Power Of Thought That

My Life Is A Lovely Story, Happy And Full Of Incident.

I Never Dreamed Of So Much Happiness When I Was The Ugly Duckling!

‎"does All The Beauty Of The World Stop When You Die?" "no," Said The Old Oak; "it Will Last Much Longer - Longer Than I Can Even Think Of." "well, Then," Said The Little May-fly, "we Have The Same Time To Live; Only We Reckon Differently.

To Move, To Breathe, To Fly, To Float, To Gain All While You Give, To Roam The Roads Of Lands Remote, To Travel Is To Live.

She Laughed And Danced With The Thought Of Death In Her Heart.