The Perfect Moment, Once Lost, Is Not

To Be Sorry And Glad Together Is To Be Perceptive To The Richness Of Life.

Happy The Man Who Lives Long Enough To Acknowledge His Ignorance

Humanity Can Be Roughly Divided Into Three Sorts Of People - Those Who Find Comfort In Literature, Those Who Find Comfort In Personal Adornment, And Those Who Find Comfort In Food.

To Know Perfect Happiness A Woman May Be A Mother, But Must Be A Grandmother.

The Dawn Came - Not The Flaming Sky That Promises Storm, But A Golden Dawn Of Infinite Promise. The Birds Came Flying Up Out Of The East In Wedge-shaped Formation, And The Mist Lifted In Soft Wreaths Of Sun-shot Silver. Colour Came Back To The World. The Grass Glowed With A Green So Vivid That It Seemed Pulsing, Like Flame, From Some Hidden Fire In The Earth, The Distant Woods Took On All The Amazing Deep Crimsons And Purples Of Their Winter Colouring, The Banks Were Studded With Their Jewels Of Lichens And Bright Moss, And Above The Wet Hedges Shone With Sun-shot Orbs Of Light.