What Is My Loftiest Ambition?

I Would Like To Throw An Egg Into An Electric Fan.

A Man Must Love A Thing Very Much If He Not Only Practices It Without Any Hope Of Fame And Money, But Even... Without Any Hope Of Doing It Well.

I Heard A Bird Sing In The Dark Of December A Magical Thing And Sweet To Remember. 'we Are Nearer To Spring Than We Were In September,' I Heard A Bird Sing In The Dark Of December.

Diplomacy: Lying In State.

Some Take Their Gold In Minted Mold, And Some In Harps Thereafter, But Give Me Mine In Bubbles Fine And Keep The Change In Laughter.