The People Who Dream Are

Memory Is A Trustworthy Servant As Long As It Is Made To Serve.

Out Of The Chill And The Shadow, Into The Thrill And The Shine. Out Of The Dearth And The Famine, Into The Fulness Divine.

Never Yet Was A Springtime, When The Buds Forgot To Bloom.

Broadly Speaking, Nervous Women May Be Divided Into Two Classes - Those Who Are Really Nervous, And Those Who Imagine Themselves To Be So.

Let Every Birthday Be A Festival, A Time When The Gladness Of The House Finds Expression In Flowers, In Gifts, In A Little Fête. Never Should A Birthday Be Passed Over Without Note, Or As If It Were A Common Day, Never Should It Cease To Be A Garlanded Milestone In The Road Of Life.