As Hope And Fear Alternate Chase Our

It Is Only When I Dally With What I Am About, Look Back And Aside, Instead Of Keeping My Eyes Straight Forward, That I Feel These Cold Sinkings Of The Heart.

It Is The Privilege Of Tale-tellers To Open Their Story In An Inn, The Free Rendezvous Of All Travellers, And Where The Humour Of Each Displays Itself, Without Ceremony Or Restraint.

Hope Is Brightest When It Dawns From Fears.

As Good Play For Nothing, You Know, As Work For Nothing.

The Happy Combination Of Fortuitous Circumstances.