An Ear Can Break A

Hope . . . Never Stops At All.

Beauty Is Just A Light Switch Away...'click!' Beauty Is Not Caused. It Is.

Love Is Like Life-merely Longer.

My Only Sketch, Profile, Of Heaven Is A Large Blue Sky, And Larger Than The Biggest I Have Seen In June - And In It Are My Friends - Every One Of Them.

I . . . Am Small, Like The Wren, And My Hair Is Bold Like The Chestnut Burr; And My Eyes Like The Sherry In The Glass That The Guest Leaves.