Stunt Dwarf Or Destroy The Imagination Of

Some Of My Youthful Readers Are Developing Wonderful Imaginations. This Pleases Me. When I Was Young I Longed To Write A Great Novel That Should Win Me Fame. Now That I Am Getting Old My First Book Is Written To Amuse Children. For Aside From My Evident Inability To Do Anything "great," I Have Learned To Regard Fame As A Will-o-the-wisp Which, When Caught, Is Not Worth The Possession; But To Please A Child Is A Sweet And Lovely Thing That Warms One's Heart And Brings Its Own Reward.

We Consider A Prisoner Unfortunate. He Is Unfortunate In Two Ways-because He Has Done Something Wrong And Because He Is Deprived Of His Liberty. Therefore We Should Treat Him Kindly, Because Of His Misfortune, For Otherwise He Would Become Hard And Bitter And Would Not Be Sorry He Had Done Wrong.

The More One Knows, The Luckier He Is, For Knowledge Is The Greatest Gift In Life.

There's No Place Like Home, There's No Place Like Home, There's No Place Like Home.

Mortals Seldom Know How Greatly They Are Influenced By Fairies, Knooks And Ryls, Who Often Put Thoughts Into Their Heads That Only The Wise Little Immortals Could Have Conceived.