It Seems To Me Like

The Warm Sun Kissed The Earthto Consecrate Thy Birth,and From His Close Embracethy Radiant Facesprang Into Sight,a Blossoming Delight.

The Old Poets Little Knew What Comfort They Could Be To A Man.

Tact Is After All A Kind Of Mind Reading.

Write It As It Is, Don't Try To Make It Like This Or That. You Can't Do It In Anybody Else's Way-you Will Have To Make A Way Of Your Own.

It Is The People Who Can Do Nothing Who Find Nothing To Do, And The Secret To Happiness In This World Is Not Only To Be Useful, But To Be Forever Elevating One's Uses.