Oft In Dreams Invention We Bestow To

Pleasure, Or Wrong Or Rightly Understood, Our Greatest Evil, Or Our Greatest Good.

All Looks Yellow To A Jaundiced Eye That Habitually Compares Everything To Something Better. But By Changing That Habit To Comparing Everything To Something Worse, Even Making It A Game, That Person Can Find Gratitude, Relief And Happiness Where-ever They Go And Whatever They Experience, Guaranteed!

Yes, I Am Proud; I Must Be Proud To See Men Not Afraid Of God, Afraid Of Me.

Taste, That Eternal Wanderer, Which Flies From Head To Ears, And Now From Ears To Eyes.

The Bookful Blockhead, Ignorantly Read With Loads Of Learned Lumber In His Head.