Anything Is Possible If You Wish Hard

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.

Wendy: Sir, You Are Both Ungallant And Deficient! Peter: How Am I Deficient? Wendy: You're Just A Boy.

Every Living Thing Was Shunning Him. Poor Little Peter Pan, He Sat Down And Cried, And Even Then He Did Not Know That, For A Bird, He Was Sitting On His Wrong Part. It Is A Blessing That He Did Not Know, For Otherwise He Would Have Lost Faith In His Power To Fly, And The Moment You Doubt Whether You Can Fly, You Cease Forever To Be Able To Do It. The Reason Birds Can Fly And We Can't Is Simply That They Have Perfect Faith, For To Have Faith Is To Have Wings.

Times Have Changed Since A Certain Author Was Executed For Murdering His Publisher. They Say That When The Author Was On The Scaffold He Said Good-bye To The Minister And To The Reporters, And Then He Saw Some Publishers Sitting In The Front Row Below, And To Them He Did Not Say Good-bye. He Said Instead, "i'll See You Again."

It Is Very Well To Be Able To Write A Book, But Can You Waggle Your Ears?