One Can't Get Over The Habit Of

Satirize Wickedness If You Must--but Pity Weakness.

It Has Always Seemed To Me. Ever Since Early Childhood, Amid All The Commonplaces Of Life, I Was Very Near To A Kingdom Of Ideal Beauty. Between It And Me Hung Only A Thin Veil. I Could Never Draw It Quite Aside, But Sometimes A Wind Fluttered It And I Caught A Glimpse Of The Enchanting Realms Beyond-only A Glimpse-but Those Glimpses Have Always Made Life Worthwhile.

For There Is No Bond More Lasting Than That Formed By The Mutual Confidences Of That Magic Time When Youth Is Slipping From The Sheath Of Childhood And Beginning To Wonder What Lies For It Beyond Those Misty Hills That Bound The Golden Road.

I Don't Know That She Is As Amusing As She Was When She Was A Child, But She Makes Me Love Her And I Like People Who Make Me Love Them. It Saves Me So Much Trouble In Making Myself Love Them.

Since Ever The World Was Spinning And Till The World Shall End You've Your Man In The Beginning Or You Have Him In The End, But To Have Him From Start To Finish And Neither Nor Borrow Nor Lend Is What All Of The Girls Are Wanting And None Of The Gods Can Send