Shall We Make A New Rule Of

Times Have Changed Since A Certain Author Was Executed For Murdering His Publisher. They Say That When The Author Was On The Scaffold He Said Good-bye To The Minister And To The Reporters, And Then He Saw Some Publishers Sitting In The Front Row Below, And To Them He Did Not Say Good-bye. He Said Instead, "i'll See You Again."

The Secret Of Happiness Is Not In Doing What One Likes, But In Liking What One Does.

I Am Not Young Enough To Know Everything.

Years Rolled On Again, And Wendy Had A Daughter. This Ought Not To Be Written In Ink But In A Golden Splash.

No, No," Mr. Darling Always Said, "i Am Responsible For It All. I, George Darling, Did It. Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa." He Had Had A Classical Education.