Better Lose Your Life Than Your Soul.

All Is Fish That Comes To The Literary Net. Goethe Puts His Joys And Sorrows Into Poems, I Turn My Adventures Into Bread And Butter.

There Are Many Beths In The World, Shy And Quiet, Sitting In Corners Till Needed, And Living For Others So Cheerfully That No One Sees The Sacrifices Till The Little Cricket On The Hearth Stops Chirping, And The Sweet, Sunshiny Presence Vanishes, Leaving Silence And Shadow Behind.

…in Silence Learned The Sweet Solace Which Affection Administers To Sorrow.

But, Like All Happiness, It Did Not Last Long.

To Be Strong, And Beautiful, And Go Round Making Music All The Time. Yes, She Could Do That, And With A Very Earnest Prayer Polly Asked For The Strength Of An Upright Soul, The Beauty Of A Tender Heart, The Power To Make Her Life A Sweet And Stirring Song, Helpful While It Lasted, Remembered When It Died.