...those Serpents! There's No Pleasing Them!

If It Had Grown Up, It Would Have Made A Dreadfully Ugly Child; But It Makes Rather A Handsome Pig, I Think.

Lastly, She Pictured To Herself How This Same Little Sister Of Hers Would, In The After-time, Be Herself A Grown Woman; And How She Would Keep, Through All Her Riper Years, The Simple And Loving Heart Of Her Childhood: And How She Would Gather About Her Other Little Children, And Make Their Eyes Bright And Eager With Many A Strange Tale, Perhaps Even With The Dream Of Wonderland Of Long Ago: And How She Would Feel With All Their Simple Sorrows, And Find A Pleasure In All Their Simple Joys, Remembering Her Own Child-life, And The Happy Summer Days.

A Thick Stick In One's Hand Makes People Respectful.

I Don't See How He Can Ever Finish, If He Doesn't Begin.

She Who Saves A Single Soul, Saves The Universe.