Wisely Improve The Present. It Is Thine.

Then Followed That Beautiful Season... Summer.... Filled Was The Air With A Dreamy And Magical Light; And The Landscape Lay As If New Created In All The Freshness Of Childhood.

The Human Voice Is The Organ Of The Soul.

Today Is The Blocks With Which We Build.

Youth Comes But Once In A Lifetime.

The Happy Should Not Insist Too Much Upon Their Happiness In The Presence Of The Unhappy.