I'm Youth, I'm Joy, I'm A Little

Our Life Is A Book To Which We Add Daily, Until Suddenly We Are Finished, And Then The Manuscript Is Burned.

But Where Do You Live Mostly Now?" With The Lost Boys." Who Are They?" They Are The Children Who Fall Out Of Their Perambulators When The Nurse Is Looking The Other Way. If They Are Not Claimed In Seven Days They Are Sent Far Away To The Neverland To Defray Expanses. I'm Captain." What Fun It Must Be!" Yes," Said Cunning Peter, "but We Are Rather Lonely. You See We Have No Female Companionship." Are None Of The Others Girls?" Oh No; Girls, You Know, Are Much Too Clever To Fall Out Of Their Prams.

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.

Those Who Bring Sunshine Into The Lives Of Others Cannot Keep It From Themselves.

Young Boys Should Never Be Sent To Bed. They Always Wake Up A Day Older.