Behavior Is What A Man Does, Not

Hold Dear To Your Parents For It Is A Scary And Confusing World Without Them.

A Precious, Mouldering Pleasure 't Is, To Meet An Antique Book, In Just The Dress His Century Wore; A Privilege I Think.

Spring Is The Period Express From God. Among The Other Seasons Himself Abide, But During March And April None Stir Abroad Without A Cordial Interview With God.

I Dwell In Possiblities.

The Will Is Always Near, Dear, Though The Feet Vary.