Nothing Under The Sun Is Ever Accidental.

Joy Makes Us Giddy, Dizzy.

The More We See The More We Must Be Able To Imagine, And The More We Imagine, The More We Must Think We See.

Suspicion Follows Close On Mistrust.

With A Clear Sky, A Bright Sun, And A Gentle Breeze, You Will Have Friends In Plenty; But Let Fortune Frown, And The Firmament Be Overcast, And Then Your Friends Will Prove Like The Strings Of The Lute, Of Which You Will Tighten Ten Before You Find One That Will Bear The Stretch And Keep The Pitch.

A Single Grateful Thought Toward Heaven Is The Most Perfect Prayer.