You Lose Such A Lot

The Sun Was Slowly Setting In The West, Casting Golden Beams Of Light Into The Somber Old Room.

I Should Think You Could Be Gladder On Monday Mornin' Than Any Other Day In The Week, Because 'twould Be A Whole Week Before You'd Have Another One!

It Isn't Given To Us To See Ends. We Can Only Attend To The Beginnings And Make Them Right.

... If God Took The Trouble To Tell Us Eight Hundred Times To Be Glad And Rejoice, He Must Want Us To Do It—some.

There Was A Thoughtful Frown On The Face Of The Man Who Was The Possessor Of Twenty Million Dollars.