The Dirt Is Picturesque, So I Don't

But, Polly, A Principle That Can't Bear Being Laughed At, Frowned On, And Cold-shouldered, Isn't Worthy Of The Name.

...a Capital Patient, As She Never Died And Never Got Well.

All Is Fish That Comes To The Literary Net. Goethe Puts His Joys And Sorrows Into Poems, I Turn My Adventures Into Bread And Butter.

Nothing Seemed Impossible In The Beginning.

We All Have Our Own Life To Pursue, Our Own Kind Of Dream To Be Weaving, And We All Have The Power To Make Wishes Come True, As Long As We Keep Believing.