But I Suppose There Might Be Good

Their Eyes Met With A Singular Directness Of Gaze. Between Them A Spark Passed Which Was Not Afterwards To Be Extinguished, Though Neither Of Them Knew The Moment Of Its Kindling.

Children's As Good As 'rithmetic To Set You Findin' Out Things.

Perhaps There Is A Language Which Is Not Made Of Words And Everything In The World Understands It.

Whatever Comes Cannot Alter One Thing.

I Don't Know Who It Is," She Said; "but Somebody Cares For Me A Little. I Have A Friend.