Until You Try, You Don't Know What

Things Are Always Different Than What They Might Be...if You Wait For Them To Change, You Will Never Do Anything.

He Is The Same Old Sausage, Fizzing And Sputtering In His Own Grease.

Sometimes She Went So Far As To Wish That She Should Find Herself In A Difficult Position, So That She Might Have The Pleasure Of Being As Heroic As The Occasion Demanded.

His Kiss Was Like White Lightning, A Flash That Spread, And Spread Again, And Stayed.

A Solitary Maple On A Woodside Flames In Single Scarlet, Recalls Nothing So Much As The Daughter Of A Noble House Dressed For A Fancy Ball, With The Whole Family Gathered Around To Admire Her Before She Goes.