There Are, I Dare Say, Many Lovers

You Always Know After You Are Two. Two Is The Beginning Of The End.

What Is Algebra Exactly; Is It Those Three-cornered Things?

Next Year He Did Not Come For Her. She Waited In A New Frock Because The Old One Simply Would Not Meet, But He Never Came. "perhaps He Is Ill," Michael Said. "you Know He Is Never Ill." Michael Came Close To Her And Whispered, With A Shiver, "perhaps There Is No Such Person, Wendy!" And Then Wendy Would Have Cried If Michael Had Not Been Crying.

We Have A Right To Know The Truth; No Right To Ask Anything Else From God, But The Right To Know That.

The Man Who Is In Real Danger Is The Man Who Thinks He Is Perfectly Safe.