Youth Is An Arithmetical Statement Of Passing

I Made Man With Too Many Faults. Yet I Love Him. And If He Wishes, I Have A Home Above For Him.

It Is An Amiable Part Of Human Nature, That We Should Love Our Animals; It Is Even Better To Love Them To The Point Of Folly, Than Not To Love Them At All.

The Flower And Fruit Of Love Are Mine The Ant, The Fieldmouse And The Mole

My Friendships, They Are A Very Strong Part Of My Life, They Are As Light As Gossamer But Also They Are As Strong As Steel. And I Cannot Throw Them Off, Nor Altogether Do With Them Or Without Them. And I Love Them At The Point Where They Say: It Is Nice To See You Again. And I Love Them Too At The Point When They Say: Good-bye, Come Again Soon. The Rhythm Of Friendship Is A Very Good Rhythm.

Youth Is An Arithmetical Statement Of Passing Interest, Each Hour Eats It Up.