Only The Young Die Good.

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.

Diplomacy: Lying In State.

Gather Kittens While You May, Time Brings Only Sorrow; And The Kittens Of Today; Will Be Old Cats Tomorrow.

Manuscript: Something Submitted In Haste And Returned At Leisure.

Age, Like Distance Lends A Double Charm.