I Think Prejudice And Tradition Count For

With Opportunity The World Is Very Interesting.

Once Upon A Time There Were Four Little Rabbits, And Their Names Were--flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, And Peter.

Thank God I Have The Seeing Eye, That Is To Say, As I Lie In Bed I Can Walk Step By Step On The Fells And Rough Land Seeing Every Stone And Flower And Patch Of Bog And Cotton Pass Where My Old Legs Will Never Take Me Again.

I Cannot Rest, I Must Draw, However Poor The Result, And When I Have A Bad Time Come Over Me It Is A Stronger Desire Than Ever.

What Heaven Can Be More Real Than To Retain The Spirit-world Of Childhood?