The Whole World Shall Be Ours Because

In The Woods Where Snow Is Thick, Bars Of Sunlight Lay Like Pale Fire.

No, No The Mind I Love Must Still Have Wild Places - A Tangled Orchard Where Dark Damsons Drop In The Heavy Grass, An Overgrown Litde Wood, The Chance Of A Snake Or Two (real Snakes), A Pool That Nobody's Fathomed The Depth Of, And Paths Threaded With Those Litde Flowers Planted By The Wind.

I Must Say, I Hate Money. But It's The Lack Of It I Hate Most.

Make It A Rule Of Life Never To Regret And Never To Look Back.

The Pleasure Of All Reading Is Doubled When One Lives With Another Who Shares The Same Books.