Anything Is Possible If You

Will They Reach The Nursery In Time? If So, How Delightful For Them, And We Shall All Breathe A Sigh Of Relief, But There Will Be No Story. On The Other Hand, If They Are Not In Time, I Solemnly Promise That It Will All Come Right In The End.

Our Life Is A Book To Which We Add Daily, Until Suddenly We Are Finished, And Then The Manuscript Is Burned.

In Dinner Talk It Is Perhaps Allowable To Fling Any Faggot Rather Than Let The Fire Go Out.

All The World Is Made Of Faith, And Trust, And Pixie Dust.

The Praise That Comes From Love Does Not Make Us Vain, But More Humble.