And Die Of Nothing But A Rage

It Is Very Natural For A Young Friend And A Young Lover To Think The Persons They Love Have Nothing To Do But To Please Them.

A Work Of Art That Contains Theories Is Like An Object On Which The Price Tag Has Been Left.

The Hungry Judges Soon The Sentence Sign, And Wretches Hang That Jurymen May Dine.

Oft, As In Airy Rings They Skim The Heath, The Clamtrous Lapwings Feel The Leaden Death; Oft, As The Mounting Larks Their Notes Prepare They Fall, And Leave Their Little Lives In Air.

All Looks Yellow To A Jaundiced Eye That Habitually Compares Everything To Something Better. But By Changing That Habit To Comparing Everything To Something Worse, Even Making It A Game, That Person Can Find Gratitude, Relief And Happiness Where-ever They Go And Whatever They Experience, Guaranteed!