Heaven For Climate, Hell For Company.

She Was A Lovely Lady, With A Romantic Mind And Such A Sweet Mocking Mouth. Her Romantic Mind Was Like The Tiny Boxes, One Within The Other, That Come From The Puzzling East, However Many You Discover There Is Always One More; And Her Sweet Mocking Mouth Had One Kiss On It That Wendy Could Never Get, Though There It Was, Perfectly Conspicuous In The Right-hand Corner.

Those Who Are Prepared To Die Are Most Prepared To Live.

We Never Understand How Little We Need In This World Until We Know The Loss Of It.

I Think It's Perfectly Lovely The Way You Talk About Girls.

You Must Have Been Warned Against Letting The Golden Hours Slip By; But Some Of Them Are Golden Only Because We Let Them Slip By.