Parks Are But Pavement Disguised With A

That Is One Of The Bitter Curses Of Poverty; It Leaves No Right To Be Generous.

Honest Winter, Snow Clad And With The Frosted Beard, I Can Welcome Not Uncordially; But That Long Deferment Of The Calendar's Promise, That Weeping Loom Of March And April, That Bitter Blast Outraging The Honor Of May - How Often Has It Robbed Me Of Heart And Hope.

It Is Familiarity With Life That Makes Time Speed Quickly. When Every Day Is A Step In The Unknown, As For Children, The Days Are Long With Gathering Of Experience . . .

Life Is A Huge Farce, And The Advantage Of Possessing A Sense Of Humour Is That It Enables One To Defy Fate With Mocking Laughter.

I Have The Happiness Of A Passing Moment, And What More Can Mortal Ask?