I Hate Ordinary People!

Love Is A Flower That Grows In Any Soil, Works Its Sweet Miracles Undaunted By Autumn Frost Or Winter Snow, Blooming Fair And Fragrant All The Year, And Blessing Those Who Give And Those Who Receive.

I'd Rather See You Poor Men's Wives, If You Were Happy, Beloved, Contented, Than Queen's On Thrones, Without Self-respect And Peace.

My Father Taught In The Wise Way Which Unfolds What Lies In The Child

Jo's Eyes Sparkled, For It's Always Pleasant To Be Believed In; And A Friend's Praise Is Always Sweeter Than A Dozen Newspaper Puffs.

Go Out More, Keep Cheerful As Well As Busy, For You Are The Sunshine-maker Of The Family, And If You Get Dismal There Is No Fair Weather.