“ Love much. Earth has enough of bitter in it. ”
A weed is but an unloved flower.
~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;Weep, and you weep alone;For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,But has trouble enough of its own.
We two make banquets of the plainest fareIn every cup we find the thrill of pleasure... For us life always moves with lilting measureWe two, we two, we make our world, our pleasure
A poor original is better than a good imitation.
