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The Great Thing To Remember Is We Can Do Whatever We Wish To Do Provided Our Wish Is Strong Enough.

Ach, Tchekov! Why Are You Dead? Why Can’t I Talk To You In A Big Darkish Room At Late Evening—where The Light Is Green From The Waving Trees Outside? I’d Like To Write A Series Of Heavens: That Would Be One.

My Love For You Tonight Is So Deep And Tender That It Seems To Be Outside Myself As Well.

England Is Merely An Island Of Beef Swimming In A Warm Gulf Stream Of Gravy.

Children Are Unaccountable Little Creatures.