I'm Youth, I'm Joy, I'm A Little

Peter: Oh, The Cleverness Of Me. Wendy: Of Course, I Did Nothing... Peter: You Did A Little. Wendy: Oh, The Cleverness Of You.

This Meal Happened To Be A Make-believe Tea, And They Sat Round The Board Guzzling In Their Greed; And Really, What With Their Chatter And Recriminations, The Noise, As Wendy Said, Was Positively Deafening.

The Best Of Our Fiction Is By Novelists Who Allow That It Is As Good As They Can Give, And The Worst By Novelists Who Maintain That They Could Do Much Better If Only The Public Would Let Them.

I Am Aware That Those Hateful Persons Called Original Researchers Now Maintain That Raleigh Was Not The Man; But To Them I Turn A Deaf Ear.

That Is Ever The Way. Tis All Jealousy To The Bride And Good Wishes To The Corpse.