I Would Rather Have A Nod From

Grief Should Be The Instructor Of The Wise; Sorrow Is Knowledge.

It Is Odd But Agitation Or Contest Of Any Kind Gives A Rebound To My Spirits And Sets Me Up For A Time.

I Am So Changeable, Being Everything By Turns And Nothing Long - Such A Strange Melange Of Good And Evil.

But Words Are Things, And A Small Drop Of Ink, Falling Like Dew, Upon A Thought, Produces That Which Makes Thousands, Perhaps Millions, Think.

Oh Who Can Tell, Save He Whose Heart Hath Tried.