Love Is The Energy Of Life.

If All The World Is A Stage And Life Is Just A Play Upon It, Get Me Two Seats In The Stalls.

No! Let Me Taste The Whole Of It, Fare Like My Peers, The Heroes Of Old, Bear The Brunt, In A Minute Pay Glad Life's Arrears Of Pain, Darkness And Cold.

Is Your Love For The Lord Sufficient To Give All Your Time And Talents To His Work?

I Have No Little Insight Into The Feelings Of Furniture, And Treat Books And Prints With A Reasonable Consideration. How Some People Use Their Pictures, For Instance, Is A Mystery To Me; Very Revolting All The Same--portraits Obliged To Face Each Other For Ever--prints Put Together In Portfolios.

But Facts Are Facts And Flinch Not.