He Fell As Gently As A Tree

He Who Would Travel Happy Must Travel Lite.

She Knew This Man's Smile, His Gentle Ways Of Love, But Not His Godlike Fury In The Storm. She Might Snare Him In A Fragile Net Of Music, Love And Flowers, But, At Each Departure, He Would Break Forth Without, It Seemed To Her, The Least Regret.

It Is Much More Difficult To Judge Oneself Than To Judge Others.

He Who Never Says "no" Is No True Man.

How Is It Possible For One To Own The Stars?" "to Whom Do They Belong?" The Businessman Retorted, Peevishly. "i Don't Know. To Nobody.