The possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.
I cannot help esteem The 'Bird within the Hand' Superior to the one The 'Bush' may yield me Or may not Too late to choose again
Beauty is not the cause of something, it is what it is.
Expectation is contentment - Gain satiety.
The older I grow the more do I love spring and spring flowers. Is it so with you?
I miss the grasshoppers much, but suppose it is all for the best. I should become too much attached to a trotting world.