All we have of freedom<br>All we use or know<br>This our fathers bought for us<br>Long and long ago.

Now$$$ don't be angry after you've been afraid. That's the worst kind of cowardice.

Knowing how to yield is strength.

Mistakes wreck your life. But they make what you have. It's kind of all one.

Loose lips sink ships.

Our house is like an empty cigarette packet$$$ lying around reminding you what's not in it.

High fashion has the shelf life of potato salad. And when past its prime$$$ it is similarly deadly.

Wonder is the desire of knowledge.

It's a great freedom to give up on love$$$ and get on with everything else.

Maybe life doesn't get any better than this$$$ or any worse$$$ and what we get is just what we're willing to find: small wonders$$$ where they grow.