It's Great To Be Great, But It's

Facts Are Stubborn Things, But, As Some One Has Wisely Said, Not Half So Stubborn As Fallacies.

In Daylight I Belong To The World . . . In The Night To Sleep And Eternity. But In The Dusk I'm Free From Both And Belong Only To Myself . . . And You

When Twilight Drops Her Curtain Down And Pins It With A Star Remember That You Have A Friend Though She May Wander Far.

Anybody Is Liable To Rheumatism In Her Legs, Anne. It's Only Old People Who Should Have Rheumatism In Their Souls, Though. Thanks Goodness, I Never Have. When You Get Rheumatism In Your Soul You Might As Well Go And Pick Out Your Coffin.

The World Calls Them Its Singers And Poets And Artists And Storytellers; But They Are Just People Who Have Never Forgotten The Way To Fairyland.