Second Star To The Right And Straight

I Don’t Want To Go To School And Learn Solemn Things. I Don’t Want To Be A Man.

Wendy, Wendy, When You Are Sleeping In Your Silly Bed You Might Be Flying About With Me Saying Funny Things To The Stars.

Yet If He Upbraided Her In His Hurry, It Was To Repent Bitterly His Temper The Next, And To Feel Its Effects More Than She, Temper Being A Weapon That We Hold By The Blade.

For When You Looked Into My Mother's Eyes You Knew, As If He Had Told You, Why God Sent Her Into The World - It Was To Open Then Minds Of All Who Looked To Beautiful Thoughts. And That Is The Beginning And End Of Literature.

The Elizabethan Age Might Be Better Named The Beginning Of The Smoking Era.