I Shall Live Forever And Ever And

Oh,sara. It Is Like A Story." "it Is A Story...everything Is A Story. You Are A Story-i Am A Story. Miss Minchin Is A Story.

In The Garden There Was Nothing Which Was Not Quite Like Themselves - Nothing Which Did Not Understand The Wonderfulness Of What Was Happening To Them - The Immense, Tender, Terrible, Heart-breaking Beauty And Solemnity Of Eggs. If There Had Been One Person In That Garden Who Had Not Known Through All His Or Her Innermost Being That If An Egg Were Taken Away Or Hurt The Whole World Would Whirl Round And Crash Through Space And Come To An End... There Could Have Been No Happiness Even In That Golden Springtime Air.

Is The Spring Coming?" He Said. "what Is It Like?"... "it Is The Sun Shining On The Rain And The Rain Falling On The Sunshine.

The Truth Is That When One Is Still A Child-or Even If One Is Grown Up- And Has Been Well Fed, And Has Slept Long And Softly And Warm; When One Has Gone To Sleep In The Midst Of A Fairy Story, And Has Wakened To Find It Real, One Cannot Be Unhappy Or Even Look As If One Were; And One Could Not, If One Tried, Keep A Glow Of Joy Out Of One's Eyes.

As Long As One Has A Garden, One Has A Future. As Long As One Has A Future, One Is Alive.