That's What This Country Needs

Life Is A Foreign Language; All Men Mispronounce It.

I Had A Million Questions To Ask God: But When I Met Him, They All Fled My Mind; And It Didn't Seem To Matter.

The Plural Of Spouse Is Spice.

Beauty Is Ever To The Lonely Mind A Shadow Fleeting; She Is Never Plain. She Is A Visitor Who Leaves Behind The Gift Of Grief, The Souvenir Of Pain.

That's What This Country Needs -- More Books!