Happy Is The Son Whose Faith In

The Humblest Tasks Get Beautified If Loving Hands Do Them.

We'll All Grow Up Meg, No Pretending We Won't.

Self-pity In Its Early Stages Is As Snug As A Feather Mattress. Only When It Hardens Does It Become Uncomfortable.

But The Spirit Of Eve Is Strong In All Her Daughters.

Fame Is A Pearl Many Dive For And Only A Few Bring Up. Even When They Do, It Is Not Perfect, And They Sigh For More, And Lose Better Things In Struggling For Them.