Two Is The Beginning Of The End.

If 'hamlet' Had Been Written In These Days It Would Probably Have Been Called 'the Strange Affair At Elsinore.

The Elizabethan Age Might Be Better Named The Beginning Of The Smoking Era.

You Were Hidden Behind Walls Of Ice; No Man Had Passed Them; I Broke Them Down And Love Leapt To Love, And You Lie Here, My Beautiful, Love In The Arms Of Its Lover.

All Children, Except One, Grow Up.

Peter Was Not With Them For The Moment, And They Felt Rather Lonely Up There By Themselves. He Could Go So Much Faster Than They That He Would Suddenly Shoot Out Of Sight, To Have Some Adventure In Which They Had No Share. He Would Come Down Laughing Over Something Fearfully Funny He Had Been Saying To A Star, But He Had Already Forgotten What It Was, Or He Would Come Up With Mermaid Scales Still Sticking To Him, And Yet Not Be Able To To Say For Certain What Had Been Happening. It Was Really Rather Irritating To Children Who Had Never Seen A Mermaid.