A Heart Is Not Judged By How

Some Of My Youthful Readers Are Developing Wonderful Imaginations. This Pleases Me.

It Isn't What We Are, But What Folks Think We Are, That Counts In This World.

The More One Knows, The Luckier He Is, For Knowledge Is The Greatest Gift In Life.

Whenever I Feel Blue, I Start Breathing Again.

We Consider A Prisoner Unfortunate. He Is Unfortunate In Two Ways-because He Has Done Something Wrong And Because He Is Deprived Of His Liberty. Therefore We Should Treat Him Kindly, Because Of His Misfortune, For Otherwise He Would Become Hard And Bitter And Would Not Be Sorry He Had Done Wrong.