Death Is Always Sudden However Long One

The Robin Flew From His Swinging Spray Of Ivy On To The Top Of The Wall And He Opened His Beak And Sang A Loud, Lovely Trill, Merely To Show Off. Nothing In The World Is Quite As Adorably Lovely As A Robin When He Shows Off - And They Are Nearly Always Doing It.

Might I," Quavered Mary, "might I Have A Bit Of Earth?

When I Was At School My Jography Told Me Th' Earth Was Shaped Like A Orange An' I Found Out Before I Was Ten That Th' Whole Orange Doesn't Belong To Nobody. No One Owns More Than His Bit Of A Quarter An' There's Times It Seems There's Not Enow Quarters To Go Around. But Don't You-none O' You- Think As You Own Th' Whole Orange Or You'll Find Out You're Mistaken, An' You Won't Find It Without Hard Knocks. What Children Learns From Children, Is That There's No Sense Grabbin' At Th' Whole Orange-peel An' All. If You Do You'll Likely Not Get Even Th' Pips, An' Them's Too Bitter To Eat.

Only In Dreams Of Spring Shall I Ever See Again The Flowering Of My Cherry Trees.

We Do Not Believe Until We Want A Thing And Feel That We Shall Die If 'tis Not Granted To Us, And Then We Kneel And Kneel And Believe, Because We Must Have Someone To Ask Help From.