My Life Is A Lovely

The Whole World Is A Series Of Miracles, But We're So Used To Them We Call Them Ordinary Things.

Eighty Percent Of Our Criminals Come From Unsympathetic Homes.

When The Bird Of The Heart Begins To Sing, Too Often Will Reason Stop Up Her Ears.

Each Soldier Was The Living Image Of The Others, But There Was One Who Was A Bit Different. He Had Only One Leg, For He Was The Last To Be Cast And The Tin Had Run Out. Still, There He Stood, Just As Steadfast On His One Leg As The Others On Their Two; And He Is The Tin Soldier We Are Going To Hear About.

One Cannot Quite Trust The Word Of Potted Flowers," Thought The Butterfly; "they Have Too Much To Do With Men.