Many, Many Steeples Would Have To Be

Each Soldier Was The Living Image Of The Others, But There Was One Who Was A Bit Different. He Had Only One Leg, For He Was The Last To Be Cast And The Tin Had Run Out. Still, There He Stood, Just As Steadfast On His One Leg As The Others On Their Two; And He Is The Tin Soldier We Are Going To Hear About.

How Little Do The Wisest Among Us Know Of That Which Is So Important To Us All.

The Whole World Is A Series Of Miracles, But We're So Used To Them We Call Them Ordinary Things.

Happy Domestic Life Is Like A Beautiful Summer's Evening; The Heart Is Filled With Peace; And Everything Around Derives A Peculiar Glory.

Travelling Expands The Mind Rarely.