Only The Young Die Good.

Some Take Their Gold In Minted Mold, And Some In Harps Thereafter, But Give Me Mine In Bubbles Fine And Keep The Change In Laughter.

A Man Must Love A Thing Very Much If He Not Only Practices It Without Any Hope Of Fame And Money, But Even... Without Any Hope Of Doing It Well.

An Epicure Is One Who Gets Nothing Better Than The Cream Of Everything But Cheerfully Makes The Best Of It.

I Heard A Bird Sing In The Dark Of December A Magical Thing And Sweet To Remember. 'we Are Nearer To Spring Than We Were In September,' I Heard A Bird Sing In The Dark Of December.

There Are More Fish Taken Out Of A Stream Than Ever Were In It.