Do The Things You Know, And You

Poor Dull Concord. Nothing Colorful Has Come Through Here Since The Redcoats.

Conceit Spoils The Finest Genius.

Jo Began To Dance A Jig,...amy Nearly Fell Out Of The Window In Her Surprise, And Meg Exclaimed, With Uplifted Hands, 'well I Do Believe The World Is Coming To An End!

People Cannot Be Molded Like Clay.

Where's The Use Of Looking Nice, When No One Sees Me But Those Cross Midgets, And No One Cares Whether I'm Pretty Or Not?