Forget Not Your Past, For In The

For When You Looked Into My Mother's Eyes You Knew, As If He Had Told You, Why God Sent Her Into The World - It Was To Open Then Minds Of All Who Looked To Beautiful Thoughts. And That Is The Beginning And End Of Literature.

One Girl Is Worth More Use Than 20 Boys.

...and Thus It Will Go On, So Long As Children Are Gay And Innocent And Heartless.

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.

Fairies Don’t Live Long, But They Are So Little That A Short Time Seems A Good While To Them