Where Would The Shout Of Love Begin,

If He Had Had All Peru In His Pocket, He Would Certainly Have Given It To This Dancer; But Gringoire Had Not Peru In His Pocket; And Besides, America Was Not Yet Discovered. (p. 66)

The Sunshine Was Delightful, The Foliage Gently Astir, More From The Activity Of Birds Than From The Breeze. One Gallant Little Bird, Doubtless Lovelorn, Was Singing His Heart Out At The Top Of A Tall Tree.

Peace Is The Virtue Of Civilization. War Is Its Crime.

God Secludes Himself; But The Thinker Listens At The Door.

She Had Had Sweet Dreams, Which Possibly Arose From The Fact That Her Little Bed Was Very White.