I Sometimes Think, Mary, That It Is

You Need Not Be Sorry For Her. She Was One Of The Kind That Likes To Grow Up. In The End She Grew Up Of Her Own Free Will A Day Quicker Than The Other Girls.

She Adored All Beautiful Things In Their Every Curve And Fragrance, So That They Became Part Of Her. Day By Day, She Gathered Beauty; Had She Had No Heart (she Who Was The Bosom Of Womanhood) Her Thoughts Would Still Have Been As Lilies, Because The Good Is The Beautiful.

The Moment You Doubt Whether You Can Fly, You Cease For Ever To Be Able To Do It.

Those Who Aim Low Usually Hit Their Targets.

That Fiend!" Mr. Darling Would Cry, And Nana's Bark Was The Echo Of It, But Mrs. Darling Never Upbraided Peter; There Was Something In The Right-hand Corner Of Her Mouth That Wanted Her Not To Call Peter Names.