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Parks Are But Pavement Disguised With A Growth Of Grass.

No, No; Women, Old Or Young, Should Never Have To Think About Money.

The Mind Which Renounces, Once And For Ever, A Futile Hope, Has Its Compensation In Ever-growing Calm.

Perhaps It Is While Drinking Tea That I Most Of All Enjoy The Sense Of Leisure.

For The Man Sound Of Body And Serene Of Mind There Is No Such Thing As Bad Weather; Every Day Has Its Beauty, And Storms Which Whip The Blood Do But Make It Pulse More Vigorously.