One's Religion Is Whatever He Is Most

He Was Never More Sinister Than When He Was Most Polite.

In Time They Could Not Even Fly After Their Hats. Want Of Practice, They Called It; But What It Really Meant Was That They No Longer Believed.

Oh, The Cleverness Of Me!

Pan, Who And What Art Thou?" He Cried Huskily. "i'm Youth, I'm Joy," Peter Answered At A Venture, "i'm A Little Bird That Has Broken Out Of The Egg.

...it Was Like An Examination Paper That Asks Grammar, When What You Want To Be Asked Is Kings Of England.