The Good And Great Must Ever Shun

And If He Left Off Dreaming About You, Where Do You Suppose You'd Be?

My Hand Moves Because Certain Forces--electric, Magnetic, Or Whatever 'nerve-force' May Prove To Be--are Impressed On It By My Brain. This Nerve-force, Stored In The Brain, Would Probably Be Traceable, If Science Were Complete, To Chemical Forces Supplied To The Brain By The Blood, And Ultimately Derived From The Food I Eat And The Air I Breathe.

He Was Part Of My Dream, Of Course -- But Then I Was Part Of His Dream, Too.

If You’ll Believe In Me, I’ll Believe In You.

Speak Roughly To Your Little Boy And Beat Him When He Sneezes! He Only Does It To Annoy, Because He Knows It Teases!