Only The Margin Left To Write On

Cruel Blows Of Fate Call For Extreme Kindness In The Family Circle.

...surely I Could Give Him--a Sort Of Contentment... That Isn't Enough To Give. Not For The Giver.

And At Last Father Flung The Rug Off As If It Were Hampering Him And Strode Over To The Table Saying, 'cocoa, Cocoa!'-- It Might Have Been The Most Magnificent Drink In The World; Which, Personally, I Think It Is.

It's A Beautiful Sight To See Good Dancers Doing Simple Steps. It's A Painful Sight To See Beginners Doing Complicated Patterns.

Oh, Wise Young Judge.