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Nothing In The World Is So Strong As A Kind Heart.

Never Did She Find Anything So Difficult As To Keep Herself From Losing Her Temper When She Was Suddenly Disturbed While Absorbed In A Book.

She Did Not Know That This Was The Best Thing She Could Have Done, And She Did Not Know That, When She Began To Walk Quickly Or Even Run Along The Paths And Down The Avenue, She Was Stirring Her Slow Blood And Making Herself Stronger By Fighting With The Wind Which Swept Down From The Moor.

Perhaps There Is A Language Which Is Not Made Of Words And Everything In The World Understands It.

Two Worst Things As Can Happen To A Child Is Never To Have His Own Way - Or Always To Have It.