Winter Does Not Work Only On A

Sweet April's Tears, Dead On The Hem Of May.

The World Is Not So Much In Need Of New Thoughts As That When Thought Grows Old And Worn With Usage It Should, Like Current Coin, Be Called In, And, From The Mint Of Genius, Reissued Fresh And New.

How Beautiful The Yesterday That Stood Over Me Like A Rainbow! I Am Alone, The Past Is Past. I See The Future Stretch All Dark And Barren As A Rainy Sea.

Good-humor And, Generosity Carry Day With The Popular Heart All The World Over.

God Has Thickly Strewn Infinity With Grandeur.