To Die Will Be An Awfully Big

What Is Afraid?' Asked Peter Longingly. He Thought It Must Be Some Splendid Thing. 'i Do Wish You Would Teach Me How To Be Afraid, Maimie,' He Said.

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

Oh, You Mysterious Girls, When You Are Fifty-two We Shall Find You Out; You Must Come Into The Open Then. If The Mouth Has Fallen Sourly Yours The Blame: All The Meanness Your Youth Concealed Have Been Gathering In Your Face. But The Pretty Thoughts And Sweet Ways And Dear, Forgotten Kindnesses Linger There Also, To Bloom In Your Twilight Like Evening Primroses.

When Ladies Used To Come To Me In Dreams, I Said, 'pretty Mother, Pretty Mother.' But When At Last She Really Came, I Shot Her.

The Elizabethan Age Might Be Better Named The Beginning Of The Smoking Era.