...for A Girl With Eyes

Love Jo All Your Days, If You Choose, But Don't Let It Spoil You, For It's Wicked To Throw Away So Many Good Gifts Because You Can't Have The One You Want.

Woman Work A Great Many Miracles.

When We Make Little Sacrifices We Like To Have Them Appreciated, At Least.

The Clocks Were Striking Midnight And The Rooms Were Very Still As A Figure Glided Quietly From Bed To Bed, Smoothing A Coverlid Here, Settling A Pillow There, And Pausing To Look Long And Tenderly At Each Unconscious Face, To Kiss Each With Lips That Mutely Blessed, And To Pray The Fervent Prayers Which Only Mothers Utter.

All Is Fish That Comes To The Literary Net. Goethe Puts His Joys And Sorrows Into Poems, I Turn My Adventures Into Bread And Butter.