We Belong To The Race That Knows

An Old House With Its Windows Gone Always Makes Me Think Of Something Dead With Its Eyes Picked Out.

But I Just Went To Work And Imagined That I Had On The Most Beautiful Pale Blue Silk Dress - Because When You Are Imagining You Might As Well Imagine Something Worth While.

Gilbert Put His Arm About Them. 'oh, You Mothers!' He Said. 'you Mothers! God Knew What He Was About When He Made You.

In Everything You Do Aim To Excel For What Is Worth Doing Is Worth Doing Well

I Read In A Book Once That A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet, But I've Never Been Able To Believe It. I Don't Believe A Rose Would Be As Nice If It Was Called A Thistle Or A Skunk Cabbage.