What Is Beautiful Is Good, And Who

It Isn't That I Don't Like Sweet Disorder, But It Has To Be Judiciously Arranged.

Serenity Of Spirit And Turbulence Of Action Should Make Up The Sum Of A Man's Life.

The Shortest Day Has Passed, And Whatever Nastiness Of Weather We May Look Forward To In January And February, At Least We Notice That The Days Are Getting Longer. Minute By Minute They Lengthen Out. It Takes Some Weeks Before We Become Aware Of The Change. It Is Imperceptible Even As The Growth Of A Child, As You Watch It Day By Day, Until The Moment Comes When With A Start Of Delighted Surprise We Realize That We Can Stay Out Of Doors In A Twilight Lasting For Another Quarter Of A Precious Hour.

It Is Dreadful How I Miss You, And Everything That Everybody Says Seems Flat And Stupid.

All The Small Squalors Of The Body, Known Only To Oneself, Insignificant In Youth, Easily Dismissed, In Old Age Became Dominant And Entered Into Fulfilment Of The Tyranny They Had Always Threatened.