Love Isn't Blind; It's Only Love That

A Lean Sorrow Is Hardest To Bear.

In The Life Of Each Of Us There Is A Place Remote And Islanded, And Given To Endless Regret Or Secret Happiness.

It Is Only Unimaginative Persons Who Can Be Really Astonished. The Imagination Can Always Outrun The Possible And Actual Sights And Sounds Of The World.

In These Days The Young Folks Is All Copy-cats, 'fraid To Death They Won't Be All Just Alike; As For The Old Folks, They Pray For The Advantage O' Bein' A Little Different.

Look Bravely Up Into The Sky, And Be Content With Knowing That God Wished For A Buttercup Just Here, Where You Are Growing.