I Only Appear To Be Dead.

Travelling Expands The Mind Rarely.

‎"does All The Beauty Of The World Stop When You Die?" "no," Said The Old Oak; "it Will Last Much Longer - Longer Than I Can Even Think Of." "well, Then," Said The Little May-fly, "we Have The Same Time To Live; Only We Reckon Differently.

Life Itself Is The Most Wonderful Fairy Tale.

Death Walks Faster Than The Wind And Never Returns What He Has Taken.

Happy Domestic Life Is Like A Beautiful Summer's Evening; The Heart Is Filled With Peace; And Everything Around Derives A Peculiar Glory.