Our Desires Have A Way Of Getting

Real Life Seems To Have No Plots.

Well, Buttermere, This Is A Day That Is Good To Live And Breathe In, That Makes A Man Feel In His Prime. Standing Here In Front Of My House, I Feel As Young As When I Moved Into It Thirty Years Ago, In The Year Eighteen Hundred And Fifty-nine. What Aged Man Would You Take Me To Be, As I Step As It Were Casually Into Your View?

We Are Always Children To Our Mothers.

We Can Build Upon Foundations Anywhere If They Are Well And Firmly Laid.

It Is No Good To Think That Other People Are Out To Serve Our Interests.