Hatred Is So Much Easier To Win

I Think People Make Their Own Faces, As They Grow.

The Little Island Seemed To Float On The Dark Lake-waters. Trees Grew On It, And A Little Hill Rose In The Middle Of It. It Was A Mysterious Island, Lonely And Beautiful. All The Children Stood And Gazed At It, Loving It And Longing To Go To It. It Looked So Secret - Almost Magic.

I'm Good At Exploring Roofs. You Never Know When That Kind Of Thing Comes In Useful.

When You're Paid To Do A Job, It's Better To Give A Few Minutes More To It, Than A Few Minutes Less. That's One Of The Differences Between Doing A Job Honestly And Doing It Dishonestly! See?

Soon They Were All Sitting On The Rocky Ledge, Which Was Still Warm, Watching The Sun Go Down Into The Lake. It Was The Most Beautiful Evening, With The Lake As Blue As A Cornflower And The Sky Flecked With Rosy Clouds. They Held Their Hard-boiled Eggs In One Hand And A Piece Of Bread And Butter In The Other, Munching Happily. There Was A Dish Of Salt For Everyone To Dip Their Eggs Into. ‘i Don’t Know Why, But The Meals We Have On Picnics Always Taste So Much Nicer Than The Ones We Have Indoors,’ Said George.