The Hurrier I Go, The Behinder I

I Wish I Could Manage To Be Glad! Only I Never Can Remember The Rule. You Must Be Very Happy, Living In This Wood, And Being Glad Whenever You Like!

You Can't Be That Good; You Work For Me.

There Are Three Hundred And Sixty-four Days When You Might Get Un-birthday Presents, And Only One For Birthday Presents, You Know.

Courtesy Is A Small Act But It Packs A Mighty Wallop.

Be Sure The Safest Rule Is That We Should Not Dare To Live In Any Scene In Which We Dare Not Die.