It Isn't The Thing You

Never Yet Was A Springtime, When The Buds Forgot To Bloom.

Theres Nothing Half So Pleasant As Coming Home Again.

It Isn't The Thing You Do, Dear, It's The Thing You Leave Undone Which Gives You A Bit Of Heartache At The Setting At The Setting Of The Sun.

Love Turns All The Wheels Of Human Industry, Is The Motive Power Under The World's Machinery, Makes Worthwhile Every Enterprise On The Earth, Is Coequal With Life, Outlasts Death, And Reaches Onward Into Heaven.

Creative Genius Is A Divinely Bestowed Gift Which Is The Coronation Of The Few.