My Mother Died Happily Of A Stroke

...we Try To Have Things Both Ways. We’ve Always Refused To Live By The Book And The Rule; But Then Why Start Worrying Because The World Doesn’t Treat Us By Rule?

I Write Because I've Always Written, Can't Stop. I Am A Writing Animal. The Way A Silk Worm Is A Silk-producing Animal.

A Simple Grateful Thought Turned Heavenwards Is The Most Perfect Prayer.

Some Books Are Not Read In The Right Way Because They Have Skipped A Stage Of Opinion, Assume A Crystallization Of Information In Society Which Has Not Yet Taken Place.

Time Is The River On Which The Leaves Of Our Thoughts Are Carried Into Oblivion.