Happiness Is An Accident Of

Music Could Ache And Hurt, That Beautiful Music Was A Place A Suffering Man Could Hide.

Man Wonders But God Decides When To Kill The Prince Of Tides.

Comely Was The Town By The Curving River That They Dismantled In A Year's Time. Beautiful Was Colleton In Her Last Spring As She Flung Azaleas Like A Girl Throwing Rice At A Desperate Wedding. In Dazzling Profusion, Colleton Ripened In A Gauze Of Sweet Gardens And The Town Ached Beneath A Canopy Of Promissory Fragrance.

The Pursuit Of Greatness Means That Laziness Has No Place In Your Life.

She Was One Of Those Southerners Who Knew From An Early Age That The South Could Never Be More For Them Than A Fragrant Prison, Administered By A Collective Of Loving But Treacherous Relatives.