Mothers Were Much Too Sharp. They Were

You Are Honest Enough By Nature To Be Able To See And Judge Your Own Self Clearly - And That Is A Great Thing. Never Lose That Honesty, Bobby - Always Be Honest With Yourself, Know Your Own Motives For What They Are, Good Or Bad, Make Your Own Decisions Firmly And Justly - And You Will Be A Fine, Strong Character, Of Some Real Use In This Muddled World Of Ours!

I Think People Make Their Own Faces, As They Grow.

The Little Island Seemed To Float On The Dark Lake-waters. Trees Grew On It, And A Little Hill Rose In The Middle Of It. It Was A Mysterious Island, Lonely And Beautiful. All The Children Stood And Gazed At It, Loving It And Longing To Go To It. It Looked So Secret - Almost Magic.

Hatred Is So Much Easier To Win Than Love - And So Much Harder To Get Rid Of.

The Secret Island Had Looked Mysterious Enough On The Night They Had Seen It Before - But Now, Swimming In The Hot June Haze, It Seemed More Enchanting Than Ever. As They Drew Near To It, And Saw The Willow Trees That Bent Over The Water-edge And Heard The Sharp Call Of Moorhens That Scuttled Off, The Children Gazed In Delight. Nothing But Trees And Birds And Little Wild Animals. Oh, What A Secret Island, All For Their Very Own, To Live On And Play On.