Dreams Do Come True, If We Only

She Was A Large Woman Who Seemed Not So Much Dressed As Upholstered.

For Several Days After My First Book Was Published, I Carried It About In My Pocket And Took Surreptitious Peeps At It To Make Sure The Ink Had Not Faded.

Yet If He Upbraided Her In His Hurry, It Was To Repent Bitterly His Temper The Next, And To Feel Its Effects More Than She, Temper Being A Weapon That We Hold By The Blade.

Fairies Have To Be One Thing Or The Other, Because Being So Small They Unfortunately Have Room For One Feeling Only At A Time.

The Secret Of Happiness Is Not In Doing What One Likes, But In Liking What One Does.