I Am Not Young Enough To Know

The Best Of Our Fiction Is By Novelists Who Allow That It Is As Good As They Can Give, And The Worst By Novelists Who Maintain That They Could Do Much Better If Only The Public Would Let Them.

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

I'll Teach You How To Jump On The Wind's Back, And Then Away We Go.

Some Day,' Said Smee, 'the Clock Will Run Down, And Then He'll Get You.' Hook Wetted His Dry Lips, 'aye,' He Said, 'that's The Fear That Haunts Me.

You Need Not Be Sorry For Her. She Was One Of The Kind That Likes To Grow Up. In The End She Grew Up Of Her Own Free Will A Day Quicker Than The Other Girls.