Every Man's Life Is A

And The Top Spoke No More Of His Old Love; For That Dies Away When The Beloved Objects Has Lain For Five Years In A Roof Gutter And Got Wet Through; Yes, One Does Not Know Her Again When One Meets Her In The Dust Box.

To Move, To Breathe, To Fly, To Float, To Gain All While You Give, To Roam The Roads Of Lands Remote, To Travel Is To Live.

Don't Ask Me How I Am! I Understand Nothing More!

My Life Is A Lovely Story, Happy And Full Of Incident.

We Cannot Expect To Be Happy Always ... By Experiencing Evil As Well As Good We Become Wise.