So Long As I Know What's Expected

... Justice Is Mercy's Highest Self.

Might I," Quavered Mary, "might I Have A Bit Of Earth?

However Many Years She Lived, Mary Always Felt That 'she Should Never Forget That First Morning When Her Garden Began To Grow'.

In The Garden There Was Nothing Which Was Not Quite Like Themselves - Nothing Which Did Not Understand The Wonderfulness Of What Was Happening To Them - The Immense, Tender, Terrible, Heart-breaking Beauty And Solemnity Of Eggs. If There Had Been One Person In That Garden Who Had Not Known Through All His Or Her Innermost Being That If An Egg Were Taken Away Or Hurt The Whole World Would Whirl Round And Crash Through Space And Come To An End... There Could Have Been No Happiness Even In That Golden Springtime Air.

Nothing In The World Is Quite As Adorably Lovely As A Robin When He Shows Off And They Are Nearly Always Doing It.