And Now I'm Old And

The World Goes Up And The World Goes Down, The Sunshine Follows The Rain; And Yesterday's Sneer And Yesterday's Frown Can Never Come Over Again.

There Are More Ways Of Killing A Cat Than Choking It With Cream.

All The Butterflies And Cockyolybirds Would Fly Past Me.

All We Need To Make Us Really Happy Is Something To Be Enthusiastic About.

The Traveler Fancies He Has Seen The Country. So He Has, The Outside Of It At Least; But The Angler Only Sees The Inside. The Angler Only Is Brought Close, Face To Face With The Flower And Bird And Insect Life Of The Rich Riverbanks, The Only Part Of The Landscape Where The Hand Of Man Has Never Interfered.