Forget Them, Wendy. Forget Them All. Come

Them That Has China Plates Themsel's Is The Maist Careful Not To Break The China Plates Of Others

She Was A Large Woman Who Seemed Not So Much Dressed As Upholstered.

When Ladies Used To Come To Me In Dreams, I Said, 'pretty Mother, Pretty Mother.' But When At Last She Really Came, I Shot Her.

The Life Of Every Man Is A Diary In Which He Means To Write One Story, And Writes Another; And His Humblest Hour Is When He Compares The Volume As It Is With What He Vowed To Make It.

Years Rolled On Again, And Wendy Had A Daughter. This Ought Not To Be Written In Ink But In A Golden Splash.