All Children Are Sweet At Five. But

Life Is A Child Playing Round Your Feet, A Tool You Hold Firmly In Your Grip, A Bench You Sit Down Upon In The Evening, In Your Garden.

We Have Found Other Terms Far Less Vague Than The Old Ones To Designate The Same Complaints. It's A Great Advance Linguistically.

An Ugly Sight, A Man Who Is Afraid.

The True Masters Of The Art Of Living Are Already Happy.

What You Get Free Costs Too Much.