The Disease With Which The Human Mind

The Music That Can Deepest Reach And Cure All Ill Is Cordial Speech.

A Moody Child And Wildly Wise Pursued The Game With Joyful Eyes, Which Chose, Like Meteors, Their Way, And Rived The Dark With Private Ray.

Perception Is A Mirror Not A Fact. And What I Look On Is My State Of Mind, Reflected Outward.

If, At Any Time, It Comes Into My Head, That A Present Is Due From Me To Somebody, I Am Puzzled What To Give, Until The Opportunity Is Gone.

The World Is So Beautiful That I Can Hardly Believe It Exists.