I've Had It With You And Your

Every Antique Farm-house And Moss-grown Cottage Is A Picture.

There Is A Majestic Grandeur In Tranquillity.

Christmas Is Here, Merry Old Christmas, Gift-bearing Christmas, Day Of Grand Memories, King Of The Year!

A Father May Turn His Back On His Child, … . But A Mother's Love Endures Through All.

The Literary World Is Made Up Of Little Confederacies, Each Looking Upon Its Own Members As The Lights Of The Universe; And Considering All Others As Mere Transient Meteors, Doomed To Soon Fall And Be Forgotten, While Its Own Luminaries Are To Shine Steadily Into Immortality.