Time Is But The Shadow Of The

I Love The Chill October Days, When The Brown Leaves Lie Thick And Sodden Underneath Your Feet ... The Evenings In Late Autumn Time, When The White Mist Creeps Across The Fields, Making It Seem As Though Old Earth, Feeling The Night Air Cold To Its Poor Bones, Were Drawing Ghostly Bedclothes Round Its Withered Limbs.

They [dogs] Never Talk About Themselves But Listen To You While You Talk About Yourself, And Keep Up An Appearance Of Being Interested In The Conversation.

All Is Vanity And Everybody's Vain. Women Are Terribly Vain. So Are Men - More So, If Possible.

Give An Average Baby A Fair Chance, And If It Doesn't Do Something It Oughtn't To A Doctor Should Be Called In At Once.

I Love The Chill October Days, When The Brown Leaves Lie Thick And Sodden Underneath Your Feet.