Always Try To Be A Litle Kinder

Years Rolled On Again, And Wendy Had A Daughter. This Ought Not To Be Written In Ink But In A Golden Splash.

Our Life Is A Book To Which We Add Daily, Until Suddenly We Are Finished, And Then The Manuscript Is Burned.

I Am Aware That Those Hateful Persons Called Original Researchers Now Maintain That Raleigh Was Not The Man; But To Them I Turn A Deaf Ear.

Because You See When A New Baby Laughs For The First Time A New Fairy Is Born, And As There Are Always New Babies There Are Always New Fairies. They Live In Nests On The Tops Of Trees; And The Mauve Ones Are Boys And The White Ones Are Girls, And The Blue Ones Are Just Little Sillies Who Are Not Sure What They Are.

Those Who Are Prepared To Die Are Most Prepared To Live.