It Is Hard Work To

There Is A Chord In Every Heart That Has A Sigh In It If Touched Aright.

Flowers Belong To Fairyland: The Flowers And The Birds And The Butterflies Are All That The World Has Kept Of Its Golden Age--the Only Perfectly Beautiful Things On Earth--joyous, Innocent, Half Divine--useless, Say They Who Are Wiser Than God.

Excess Always Carries Its Own Retribution.

Brussels Is A Gay Little City That Lies As Bright Within Its Girdle Of Woodland As Any Butterfly That Rests Upon Moss.

Youth Without Faith Is A Day Without Sun.