I Don't Give A Damn About Semi-radicals!

Smells Are The Fallen Angels Of The Senses.

I Prefer To Stroll Which Has A Buddy At Nighttime, Than By Itself Inside The Light.

Happiness Is A State Of Mind, And Depends Very Little On Outward Circumstances.

What Is The Use Of Such Terrible Diligence As Many Tire Themselves Out With, If They Always Postpone Their Exchange Of Smiles With Beauty And Joy To Cling To Irksome Duties And Relations?

What Induces A Child To Learn But His Delight In Knowing?