“ There is no balking genius. Only death can silence it or hinder. ”
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.
