Parks Are But Pavement Disguised With A

Time Is Money Says The Proverb, But Turn It Around And You Get A Precious Truth. Money Is Time.

For One Thing, I Know Every Book Of Mine By Its Scent.

Money Is Time. With Money I Buy For Cheerful Use The Hours Which Otherwise Would Not In Any Sense Be Mine; Nay, Which Would Make Me Their Miserable Bondsman.

Human Creatures Have A Mervellous Power Of Adapting Themselves To Necessity.

The Truths Of Life Are Not Discovered By Us. At Moments Unforeseen, Some Gracious Influence Descends Upon The Soul, Touching It To An Emotion Which, We Know Not How, The Mind Transmutes Into Thought.