To Most The End Comes As Naturally

Every House Needs A Grandmother In It.

I Asked For Bread, And I Got A Stone In The Shape Of A Pedestal.

I Only Mean To Say That I Have A Feeling That It Never Was Intended I Should Live Long. I'm Not Like The Rest Of You.

But, Polly, A Principle That Can't Bear Being Laughed At, Frowned On, And Cold-shouldered, Isn't Worthy Of The Name.

Wouldn't It Be Fun If All The Castles In The Air Which We Make Could Come True And We Could Live In Them?