It Is The Power Of Thought That

The Wiser A Man Becomes, The More He Will Read, And Those Who Are Wisest Read Most.

He Looked At The Little Maiden, And She Looked At Him; And He Felt That He Was Melting Away, But He Still Managed To Keep Himself Erect, Shouldering His Gun Bravely. A Door Was Suddenly Opened, The Draught Caught The Little Dancer And She Fluttered Like A Sylph, Straight Into The Fire, To The Soldier, Blazed Up And Was Gone! By This Time The Soldier Was Reduced To A Mere Lump, And When The Maid Took Away The Ashes Next Morning She Found Him, In The Shape Of A Small Tin Heart. All That Was Left Of The Dancer Was Her Spangle, And That Was Burnt As Black As A Coal.

Life Is Like A Beautiful Melody, Only The Lyrics Are Messed Up.

It Is The Power Of Thought That Gives Man Power Over Nature.

Travelling Expands The Mind Rarely.