No One Can Keep A Secret Better

How Did It Happen That Their Lips Came Together? How Does It Happen That Birds Sing, That Snow Melts, That The Rose Unfolds, That The Dawn Whitens Behind The Stark Shapes Of Trees On The Quivering Summit Of The Hill? A Kiss, And All Was Said.

The Mother...swinging The Children By Pulling On A Length Of String, While At The Same Time She Kept And Eye On Them With That Protective Watchfulness, Half Animal, Half Angelic, Which Is The Quality Of Motherhood.

Popularity? It's Glory's Small Change.

But When Ill Indeed, Even Dismissing The Doctor Don't Always Succeed.

We Should Judge A Man Much More Surely From What He Dreams Than From What He Thinks.