Gossip, As Usual, Was One-third Right And

If It's In You To Climb You Must -- There Are Those Who Must Lift Their Eyes To The Hills -- They Can't Breathe Properly In The Valleys.

March Came In That Winter Like The Meekest And Mildest Of Lambs, Bringing Days That Were Crisp And Golden And Tingling, Each Followed By A Frosty Pink Twilight Which Gradually Lost Itself In An Elfland Of Moonshine.

Nobody With Any Real Sense Of Humor *can* Write A Love Story. . . . Shakespeare Is The Exception That Proves The Rule. (90-91)

Before This War Is Over,' [walter] Said - Or Something Said Through His Lips - 'every Man And Woman And Child In Canada Will Feel It - You, Mary, Will Feel It - Feel It To Your Heart's Core. You Will Weep Tears Of Blood Over It. The Piper Has Come - And He Will Pipe Until Every Corner Of The World Has Heard His Awful And Irresistible Music. It Will Be Years Before The Dance Of Death Is Over - Years, Mary. And In Those Years Millions Of Hearts Will Break.

It Takes All Sorts Of People To Make A World, As I've Often Heard, But I Think There Are Some Who Could Be Spared,' Anne Told Her Reflection In The East Gable Mirror That Night.