We Meet No Stranger, But Ourself.

There Is Always One Thing To Be Grateful For - That One Is One's Self And Not Somebody Else.

A Little Madness In The Spring Is Wholesome Even For The King.

Forever Is Comprised Of Nows.

The Career Of Flowers Differs From Ours Only Inaudibleness.

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers That Perches In The Soul - And Sings The Tunes Without The Words - And Never Stops At All.