Perhaps There Is A Language Which Is

Whatever Comes," She Said, "cannot Alter One Thing. If I Am A Princess In Rags And Tatters, I Can Be A Princess Inside. It Would Be Easy To Be A Princess If I Were Dressed In Cloth Of Gold, But It Is A Great Deal More Of A Triumph To Be One All The Time When No One Knows It.

Only In Dreams Of Spring Shall I Ever See Again The Flowering Of My Cherry Trees.

I Am A Princess. All Girls Are. Even If They Live In Tiny Old Attics. Even If They Dress In Rags, Even If They Aren’t Pretty, Or Smart, Or Young. They’re Still Princesses.

As She Came Closer To Him She Noticed That There Was A Clean Fresh Scent Of Heather And Grass And Leaves About Him, Almost As If He Were Made Of Them. She Liked It Very Much And When She Looked Into His Funny Face With The Red Cheeks And Round Blue Eyes She Forgot That She Had Felt Shy.

Soldiers Don't Complain...i Am Not Going To Do It; I Will Pretend This Is Part Of A War.