Is It Not Meningitis?

I Think This Power Of Living In Our Children Is One Of The Sweetest Things In The World.

Christmas Won't Be Christmas Without Any Presents.

All Is Fish That Comes To The Literary Net. Goethe Puts His Joys And Sorrows Into Poems, I Turn My Adventures Into Bread And Butter.

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.

I Love My Liberty Too Well To Be In A Hurry To Give It Up For Any Mortal Man.