Oh, The Cleverness Of Me!

And If He Forgets Them So Quickly," Wendy Argued, "how Can We Expect That He Will Go On Remembering Us?

She's Awfully Fond Of Wendy,' He Said To Himself. He Was Angry With Her Now For Not Seeing Why She Could Not Have Wendy. The Reason Was So Simple: 'i'm Fond Of Her Too. We Can't Both Have Her, Lady.

There Are Many Different Kinds Of Bravery. There's The Bravery Of Thinking Of Others Before One's Self. Now, Your Father Has Never Brandished A Sword Nor Fired A Pistol, Thank Heavens. But He Has Made Many Sacrifices For His Family, And Put Away Many Dreams... He Put Them In A Drawer. And Sometimes, Late At Night, We Take Them Out And Admire Them. But It Gets Harder And Harder To Close The Drawer... He Does. And That Is Why He Is Brave.

There Are, I Dare Say, Many Lovers Who Would Never Have Been Drawn To Each Other Had They Met For The First Time, As, Say, They Met The Second Time.

Strength Instead Of Being The Lusty Child Of Passion, Grows By Grappling With And Subduing Them.