If I Were Younger, I'd Know More.

Can Anything Harm Us, Mother, After The Night-lights Are Lit?" Nothing, Precious," She Said; "they Are The Eyes A Mother Leaves Behind Her To Guard Her Children.

Heaven For Climate, Hell For Company.

And If He Forgets Them So Quickly," Wendy Argued, "how Can We Expect That He Will Go On Remembering Us?

The Man Who Is In Real Danger Is The Man Who Thinks He Is Perfectly Safe.

Oh, You Mysterious Girls, When You Are Fifty-two We Shall Find You Out; You Must Come Into The Open Then. If The Mouth Has Fallen Sourly Yours The Blame: All The Meanness Your Youth Concealed Have Been Gathering In Your Face. But The Pretty Thoughts And Sweet Ways And Dear, Forgotten Kindnesses Linger There Also, To Bloom In Your Twilight Like Evening Primroses.