One's Eyes Are What One Is, One's

It Is By Muteness That A Dog Becomes For One So Utterly Beyond Value; With Him One Is At Peace, Where Words Play No Torturing Tricks.those Are The Moments That I Think Are Precious To A Dog-when, With His Adoring Soul Coming Through His Eyes, He Feels That You Are Really Thinking Of Him.

We Are Not Living In A Private World Of Our Own. Everything We Say And Do And Think Has Its Effect On Everything Around Us.

Love Could Never Come To Full Fruition Till It Was Destroyed.

Beauty Means This To One Person, Perhaps, And That To The Other. And Yet When Any One Of Us Has Seen Or Heard Or Read That Which To Us Is Beautiful, We Have Known An Emotion Which Is In Every Case The Same In Kind, If Not In Degree; An Emotion Precious And Uplifting.

When A Forsyte Was Engaged, Married, Or Born, The Forsytes Were Present; When A Forsyte Diedbut No Forsyte Had As Yet Died; They Did Not Die; Death Being Contrary To Their Principles, They Took Precautions Against It, The Instinctive Precautions Of Highly Vitalised Persons Who Resent Encroachments On Their Property.