The Merit Of All Things Lies In

Youth Is A Blossom Whose Fruit Is Love; Happy Is He Who Plucks It After Watching It Slowly Ripen.

Your Life Story Is A Novel; And People, Though They Love Novels Wound Between Two Yellow Paper Covers, Are Oddly Suspicious Of Those Which Come To Them In Living Vellum.

There Are Misfortunes In Life That No One Will Accept; People Would Rather Believe In The Supernatural And The Impossible.

......when One Loves, One Is Only Too Ready To Believe One's Love Returned.

If You Wish To Discover The Guilty Person, First Find Out To Whom The Crime Might Be Useful.