Thou Two-faced Year, Mother Of Change And

My Own Curiosity And Interest Are Insatiable.

I Am Never Going To Write For The Sake Of Writing.

I Seem To Have Always One Little Window Looking But Into Life.

No Man Had Ever Heard A Nightingale, When Once A Keen-eyed Naturalist Was Stirred To Study And Define -- What Is A Bird.

The Little And The Great Are Joined In One By God's Great Force. The Wondrous Golden Sun Is Linked Unto The Glow-worm's Tiny Spark; The Eagle Soars To Heaven In His Flight; And In Those Realms Of Space, All Bathed In Light, Soar None Except The Eagle And The Lark.