In A Wonderland They Lie, Dreaming As

All In The Golden Afternoon Full Leisurely We Glide; For Both Our Oars, With Little Skill, By Little Arms Are Plied, While Little Hands Make Vain Pretence Our Wanderings To Guide.

It's A Great Huge Game Of Chess That's Being Played--all Over The World--if This Is The World At All, You Know. Oh, What Fun It Is! How I Wish I Was One Of Them! I Wouldn't Mind Being A Pawn, If Only I Might Join--though Of Course I Should Like To Be A Queen, Best.

While The Laughter Of Joy Is In Full Harmony With Our Deeper Life, The Laughter Of Amusement Should Be Kept Apart From It. The Danger Is Too Great Of Thus Learning To Look At Solemn Things In A Spirit Of Mockery, And To Seek In Them Opportunities For Exercising Wit.

It Would Be So Nice If Something Made Sense For A Change.

I Don't Want To Take Up Literature In A Money-making Spirit, Or Be Very Anxious About Making Large Profits, But Selling It At A Loss Is Another Thing Altogether, And An Amusement I Cannot Well Afford.