Mistress Mary Quite Contrary

And The Secret Garden Bloomed And Bloomed And Every Morning Revealed New Miracles.

... Justice Is Mercy's Highest Self.

Perhaps There Is A Language Which Is Not Made Of Words And Everything In The World Understands It.

Perhaps You Can Feel If You Can’t Hear,” Was Her Fancy. “perhaps Kind Thoughts Reach People Somehow, Even Through Windows And Doors And Walls. Perhaps You Feel A Little Warm And Comforted, And Don’t Know Why, When I Am Standing Here In The Cold And Hoping You Will Get Well And Happy Again.

If I Go On Talking And Talking...and Telling You Things About Pretending, I Shall Bear It Better. You Don't Forget, But You Bear It Better.