The Victor Belongs To The Spoils.

Learn Young About Hard Work And Manners - And You'll Be Through The Whole Dirty Mess And Nicely Dead Again Before You Know It.

The World Only Exists In Your Eyes. You Can Make It As Big Or As Small As You Want

What Was The Use Of Doing Great Things If I Could Have A Better Time Telling Her What I Was Going To Do?

We Haven’t Met For Many Years, Said Daisy, Her Voice As Matter-of-fact As It Could Ever Be. "five Years Next November." The Automatic Quality Set Us All Back At Least Another Minute.

This Is The Beauty I Want. Beauty Has Got To Be Astonishing, Astounding-- It's Got To Burst In On You Like A Dream, Like The Exquisite Eyes Of A Girl.