Red Hair Is My Life Long Sorrow.

For There Is No Bond More Lasting Than That Formed By The Mutual Confidences Of That Magic Time When Youth Is Slipping From The Sheath Of Childhood And Beginning To Wonder What Lies For It Beyond Those Misty Hills That Bound The Golden Road.

Behind Them In The Garden The Little Stone House Brooded Among The Shadows. It Was Lonely But Not Forsaken. It Had Not Yet Done With Dreams And Laughter And The Joy Of Life; There Were To Be Future Summers For The Little Stone House; Meanwhile, It Could Wait. And Over The River In Purple Durance The Echoes Bided Their Time.

All Pioneers Are Considered To Be Afflicted With Moonstruck Madness.

If You Can Sit In Silence With A Person For Half An Hour And Yet Be Entirely Comfortable, You And That Person Can Be Friends. If You Cannot, Friends You'll Never Be And You Need Not Waste Time In Trying.

We Should Regret Our Mistakes And Learn From Them, But Never Carry Them Forward Into The Future With Us.