The Happy Do Not Believe In Miracles.

You Don't Have To Travel Around The World To Understand That The Sky Is Blue Everywhere

By Nature We Have No Defect That Could Not Become A Strength, No Strength That Could Not Become A Defect.

The Decline Of Literature Indicates The Decline Of A Nation.

There Are Men Who Never Err, Because They Never Propose Anything Rational.

The Bed Of Flowers Loosens Amain, The Beauteous Snowdrops Droop O'er The Plain. The Crocus Opens Its Glowing Bud, Like Emeralds Others, Others, Like Blood. With Saucy Gesture Primroses Flare, And Roguish Violets, Hidden With Care; And Whatsoever There Stirs And Strives, The Spring's Contented, If Works And Thrives.