Those Who Aim Low Usually Hit Their

Some Of My Plays Peter Out And Some Pan Out.

What Is Algebra Exactly; Is It Those Three-cornered Things?

For When You Looked Into My Mother's Eyes You Knew, As If He Had Told You, Why God Sent Her Into The World - It Was To Open Then Minds Of All Who Looked To Beautiful Thoughts. And That Is The Beginning And End Of Literature.

There Are, I Dare Say, Many Lovers Who Would Never Have Been Drawn To Each Other Had They Met For The First Time, As, Say, They Met The Second Time.

Let No One Who Loves Be Unhappy, Even Love Unreturned Has Its Rainbow.