Do What We Can, Summer

We Postpone Our Literary Work Until We Have More Ripeness And Skill To Write, And We One Day Discover That Our Literary Talent Wasa Youthful Effervescence Which We Have Now Lost.

Wherever The Truth Is Injured, Defend It.

The World Is Plentiful With Honey, But Only The Humble Bee Can Collect It.

I See My Trees Repair Their Boughs.

A Child Reminds Us That Playtime Is An Essential Part Of Our Daily Routine.