Fame Is Rot; Daughters Are The Thing.

Oh The Gladness Of Their Gladness When They're Glad, And The Sadness Of Their Sadness When They're Sad; But The Gladness Of Their Gladness, And The Sadness Of Their Sadness, Are As Nothing To Their Badness When They're Bad

Build A House?" Exclaimed John. "for The Wendy," Said Curly. "for Wendy?" John Said, Aghast. "why, She Is Only A Girl!" "that," Explained Curly, "is Why We Are Her Servants.

Never Is An Awfully Long Time.

She Liked His Tears So Much That She Put Out Her Beautiful Finger And Let Them Run Over It. Her Voice Was So Low That At First He Could Not Make Out What She Said. Then He Made It Out. She Was Saying That She Thought She Could Get Well Again If Children Believed In Fairies.

You Always Know After You Are Two. Two Is The Beginning Of The End.