…men Never Forgive Like Women.

When We Make Little Sacrifices We Like To Have Them Appreciated, At Least.

I Think She Is Growing Up, And So Begins To Dream Dreams, And Have Hopes And Fears And Fidgets, Without Knowing Why Or Being Able To Explain Them.

…tomorrow Was Her Birthday, And She Was Thinking How Fast The Years Went By, How Old She Was Getting, And How Little She Seemed To Have Accomplished. Almost Twenty-five And Nothing To Show For It.

It’s Amazing How Lovely Common Things Become, If One Only Knows How To Look At Them.

Cast Your Bread Upon The Waters, And After Many Days It Will Come Back Buttered.