Nobody Will Use Other People's Experience, Nor

Happiness Is Not Found In Things You Possess, But In What You Have The Courage To Release.

If The Truth Were To Be Known, Everyone Would Be Wearing A Scarlet Letter Of One Form Or Another.

Such Has Often Been My Apathy, When Objects Long Sought, And Earnestly Desired, Were Placed Within My Reach.

A Grave, Wherever Found, Preaches A Short And Pithy Sermon To The Soul.

I Have Come To See The Nonsense Of Attempting To Describe Fine Scenery. There Is No Such Possibility. If Scenery Could Be Adequately Reproduced In Words, There Would Have Been No Need Of God's Making It In Reality.