Perhaps It Is While Drinking Tea That

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

It Is Our Duty Never To Speak Ill Of Others, You Know; Least Of All When We Know That To Do So Will Be The Cause Of Much Pain And Trouble.

To Be At Other People's Orders Brings Out All The Bad In Me.

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.

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