Life Is A Long Lesson In Humility.

You [scots] Come Of A Race Of Men The Very Wind Of Whose Name Has Swept To The Ultimate Seas.

He Was A Little Boy, And She Was Grown Up. She Huddled By The Fire Not Daring To Move, Helpless And Guilty, A Big Woman.

Stars Are Beautiful, But They May Not Take Part In Anything, They Must Just Look On Forever.

Pan, Who And What Art Thou?" He Cried Huskily. "i'm Youth, I'm Joy," Peter Answered At A Venture, "i'm A Little Bird That Has Broken Out Of The Egg.

Our Life Is A Book To Which We Add Daily, Until Suddenly We Are Finished, And Then The Manuscript Is Burned.