We Belong To The Race That Knows

Gossip Lies Nine Times And Tells A Half Truth The Tenth.

All I Want Is A Dress With Puffy Sleaves

I'm Afraid Our Old World Has Come To An End, Rilla. We've Got To Face The Fact. (walter)

There Must Be A Limit To The Mistakes One Person Can Make, And When I Get To The End Of Them, Then I'll Be Through With Them. That's A Comforting Thought

The Night Was Clear And Frosty, All Ebony Of Shadow And Silver Of Snowy Slope; Big Stars Were Shining Over The Silent Fields; Here And There The Dark Pointed Firs Stood Up With Snow Powdering Their Branches And The Wind Whistling Through Them.