...and Thus It Will Go On, So

She's Awfully Fond Of Wendy,' He Said To Himself. He Was Angry With Her Now For Not Seeing Why She Could Not Have Wendy. The Reason Was So Simple: 'i'm Fond Of Her Too. We Can't Both Have Her, Lady.

If He Thought At All, But I Don't Believe He Ever Thought, It Was That He And His Shadow, When Brought Near Each Other, Would Join Like Drops Of Water.

Those Who Bring Sunshine Into The Lives Of Others Cannot Keep It From Themselves.

Oh The Gladness Of Their Gladness When They're Glad, And The Sadness Of Their Sadness When They're Sad; But The Gladness Of Their Gladness, And The Sadness Of Their Sadness, Are As Nothing To Their Badness When They're Bad

Courage: The Lovely Virtue-the Rib Of Himself That God Sent Down To His Children.