To A Child, And To An Adult,

I Write Best In The Morning, And I Can Only Write For About Half A Day, That's About It.

But Why Do Only Unimportant Things?" Asked Milo, Who Suddenly Remembered How Much Time He Spent Each Day Doing Them. "think Of All The Trouble It Saves," The Man Explained, And His Face Looked As If He'd Be Grinning An Evil Grin--if He Could Grin At All. "if You Only Do The Easy And Useless Jobs, You'll Never Have To Worry About The Important Ones Which Are So Difficult. You Just Won't Have The Time. For There's Always Something To Do To Keep You From What You Really Should Be Doing, And If It Weren't For That Dreadful Magic Staff, You'd Never Know How Much Time You Were Wasting.

So Many Things Are Possible Just As Long As You Don't Know They're Impossible.

If Something Is There, You Can Only See It With Your Eyes Open, But If It Isn't There, You Can See It Just As Well With Your Eyes Closed. That's Why Imaginary Things Are Often Easier To See Than Real Ones.

When He Was In School He Longed To Be Out, And When He Was Out He Longed To Be In. On The Way He Thought About Coming Home, And Coming Home He Thought About Going. Wherever He Was He Wished He Were Somewhere Else, And When He Got There He Wondered Why He'd Even Bothered.