I Asked For Bread, And

Life And Love Are Very Precious When Both Are In Full Bloom.

To Most The End Comes As Naturally And Simply As Sleep.

The Moment Aunt March Took Her Nap, Or Was Busy With Company, Jo Hurried To This Quiet Place, And Curling Herself Up In The Easy Chair, Devoured Poetry, Romance, History, Travels, And Pictures Like A Regular Bookworm.

Don't Mind Me. I'm As Happy As A Cricket Here.

Souls And Bodies Should Go On Together.