The Little Birds Have God For Their

Blessings On Him, Who Invented Sleep.

When Life Itself Seems Lunatic, Who Knows Where Madness Lies? Perhaps To Be Too Practical May Be Madness. To Surrender Dreams, This May Be Madness ...maddest Of All Is To See Life As It Is And Not As It Should Be.

There Is A Time For Some Things, And A Time For All Things; A Time For Great Things, And A Time For Small Things.

There Are Only Two Families In The World, My Old Grandmother Used To Say, The Haves And The Have-nots.

Poesy Is A Beauteous Damsel, Chaste, Honourable, Discreet, Witty, Retired, And Who Keeps Herself Within The Limits Of Propriety. She Is A Friend Of Solitude; Fountains Entertain Her, Meadows Console Her, Woods Free Her From Ennui, Flowers Delight Her; In Short, She Gives Pleasure And Instruction To All With Whom She Communicates.