Oh, The Cleverness Of Me!

God Gave Us Memory So That We Might Have Roses In December.

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.

We Are All Failures - At Least The Best Of Us Are.

Oh, God, If I Were Sure I Were To Die Tonight I Would Repent At Once. It Is The Commonest Prayer In All Languages.

Pan, Who And What Art Thou?" He Cried Huskily. "i'm Youth, I'm Joy," Peter Answered At A Venture, "i'm A Little Bird That Has Broken Out Of The Egg.