I Heard The Spring Light Whisper Above

There Is A Passion For Perfection Which You Will Rarely See Fully Developed; But You May Note This Fact, That In Successful Lives It Is Never Wholly Lacking.

Thank God For Poverty That Makes And Keeps Us Free And Lets Us Go Our Unobtrusive Way, Glad Of The Sun And Rain, Upright, Serene, Humane, Contented With The Fortune Of A Day.

It Is Not Being Out At Heels That Makes A Man Discontented, It Is Being Out At Heart. To Be Contented Is To Be Good Friends With Yourself.

There Is Something In The Autumn That Is Native To My Blood- Touch Of Manner, Hint Of Mood; And My Heart Is Like A Rhyme, With The Yellow And The Purple And The Crimson Keeping Time.

A 'fact' Merely Marks The Point Where We Have Agreed To Let Investigation Cease.