I Know I'm Not Clever But I'm

Peter Was Not Quite Like Other Boys; But He Was Afraid At Last. A Tremour Ran Through Him, Like A Shudder Passing Over The Sea; But On The Sea One Shudder Follows Another Till There Are Hundreds Of Them, And Peter Felt Just The One. Next Moment He Was Standing Erect On The Rock Again, With That Smile On His Face And A Drum Beating Within Him. It Was Saying, "to Die Will Be An Awfully Big Adventure.

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

He Was A Poet; And They Are Never Exactly Grown-up.

If I Were Younger, I'd Know More.

Yet If He Upbraided Her In His Hurry, It Was To Repent Bitterly His Temper The Next, And To Feel Its Effects More Than She, Temper Being A Weapon That We Hold By The Blade.