Those Who Are Prepared To Die Are

Fairies Have To Be One Thing Or The Other, Because Being So Small They Unfortunately Have Room For One Feeling Only At A Time.

They Knew In What They Called Their Hearts That One Can Get On Quite Well Without A Mother, And That It Is Only The Mothers Who Think You Can't.

He Was A Poet; And They Are Never Exactly Grown-up.

Times Have Changed Since A Certain Author Was Executed For Murdering His Publisher. They Say That When The Author Was On The Scaffold He Said Good-bye To The Minister And To The Reporters, And Then He Saw Some Publishers Sitting In The Front Row Below, And To Them He Did Not Say Good-bye. He Said Instead, "i'll See You Again."

The Life Of Every Man Is A Diary In Which He Means To Write One Story, And Writes Another; And His Humblest Hour Is When He Compares The Volume As It Is With What He Vowed To Make It.