You Find A Glimmer Of Happiness In

It Was Dreadful The Way All The Three Were Looking At Him, Just As If They Did Not Admire Him.

Dreams Do Come True, If We Only Wish Hard Enough.

She Adored All Beautiful Things In Their Every Curve And Fragrance, So That They Became Part Of Her. Day By Day, She Gathered Beauty; Had She Had No Heart (she Who Was The Bosom Of Womanhood) Her Thoughts Would Still Have Been As Lilies, Because The Good Is The Beautiful.

That Fiend!" Mr. Darling Would Cry, And Nana's Bark Was The Echo Of It, But Mrs. Darling Never Upbraided Peter; There Was Something In The Right-hand Corner Of Her Mouth That Wanted Her Not To Call Peter Names.

Our Life Is A Book To Which We Add Daily, Until Suddenly We Are Finished, And Then The Manuscript Is Burned.