It Takes Two Flints To

Such Hours Are Beautiful To Live, But Very Hard To Describe.

Love Is The Only Thing That We Can Carry With Us When We Go, And It Makes The End So Easy.

She Fell Into The Moody, Miserable State Of Mind Which Often Comes When Strong Wills Have To Yield To The Inevitable.

He Was Poor, Yet Always Appeared To Be Giving Something Away; A Stranger, Yet Everyone Was His Friend; No Longer Young, But As Happy-hearted As A Boy; Plain And Peculiar, Yet His Face Looked Beautiful To Many.

Conceit Spoils The Finest Genius.