Spring Was Running In A Thin Green

The Worst Thing About War Is That So Many People Enjoy It.

As Far Back As I Remember, Long Before I Could Write, I Had Played At Making Stories. But Not Until I Was Seven Or More, Did I Begin To Pray Every Night, "o God, Let Me Write Books! Please, God, Let Me Write Books!"

The Old Alone Have Finality. What Is True Of The Young Today May Be False Tomorrow. They Are Enveloped In Emotion; And Emotion As A State Of Being Is Fluent And Evanescent.

O God, Let Me Write Books! Please, God, Let Me Write Books!

There Wouldn't Be Half As Much Fun In The World If It Weren't For Children And Men, And There Ain't A Mite Of Difference Between Them Under The Skins.