It Is Good People Who Make Good

It Is Good People Who Make Good Places

The First Place That I Can Well Remember Was A Large Pleasant Meadow With A Pond Clear Water In It. Some Shady Trees Leaned Over It, And Rushes And Water-lilies Grew At The Deep End.

Good Luck Is Rather Particular Who She Rides With, And Mostly Prefers Those Who Have Got Common Sense And A Good Heart; At Least That Is My Experience.

He Has Known Joy And Violence. Felt The Warmth Of Children And The Cruelty Of Abuse. He Has Nearly Died Saving Lives And Merely Been Killed By A Drunken Act. He Has Known The Finery Of Grand Estates And The Filth Of Stinking Slums. He Has Survived Fire And Flood, Starvation And Torment. And Nothing Could Break His Spirit-or His Great Love. This Is His Life. He Is Called The Horse.

I Am Never Afraid Of What I Know.