Those Who Are Prepared To Die Are

What A Polite Game Tennis Is. The Chief Word In It Seems To Be "sorry" And Admiration Of Each Other's Play Crosses The Net As Frequently As The Ball.

I Like Well To Be In The Company Of Explorers

Dreams Do Come True, If We Only Wish Hard Enough.

Oh The Gladness Of Their Gladness When They're Glad, And The Sadness Of Their Sadness When They're Sad; But The Gladness Of Their Gladness, And The Sadness Of Their Sadness, Are As Nothing To Their Badness When They're Bad

The Fairies, As Their Custom, Clapped Their Hands With Delight Over Their Cleverness, And They Were So Madly In Love With The Little House That They Could Not Bear To Think They Had Finished It.