How Loved, How Honored Once, Avails Thee

Most Authors Steal Their Works, Or Buy.

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!

Unthought-of Frailties Cheat Us In The Wise.

But Blind To Former As To Future Fate, What Mortal Knows His Pre-existent State?

Is That A Birthday? 'tis, Alas! Too Clear; 'tis But The Funeral Of The Former Year.