One Girl Is Worth More

May God Blast Anyone Who Writes A Biography Of Me.

And So When Mrs. Darling Went Back To The Night-nursery To See If Her Husband Was Asleep, All The Beds Were Occupied. The Children Waited For Her Cry Of Joy, But It Did Not Come. She Saw Them, But She Did Not Believe They Were There. You See, She Saw Them In Their Beds So Often In Her Dreams That She Thought This Was Just The Dream Hanging Around Her Still.

A Woman Can Be Anything The Man Who Loves Her Would Have Her Be.

There Are, I Dare Say, Many Lovers Who Would Never Have Been Drawn To Each Other Had They Met For The First Time, As, Say, They Met The Second Time.

Strength Instead Of Being The Lusty Child Of Passion, Grows By Grappling With And Subduing Them.