April Prepares Her Green Traffic Light And

Friendships Do Not Grow Up In Any Carefully Tended And Contemplated Fashion.... They Begin Haphazard.

Words Are A Commodity In Which There Is Never Any Slump.

Animal Crackers, And Cocoa To Drink That Is The Finest Of Suppers, I Think When I'm Grown Up And Can Have What I Please, I Think I Shall Always Insist Upon These.

Truth, Like Milk, Arrives In The Dark But Even So, Wise Dogs Don't Bark. Only Mongrels Make It Hard For The Milkman To Come Up The Yard.

We Visit Bookshops Not So Often To Buy Any One Special Book, But Rather To Rediscover, In The Happier And More Expressive Words Of Others, Our Own Encumbered Soul.