Brains Last, Beauty Doesn't.

I Hate To Lend A Book I Love...it Never Seems Quite The Same When It Comes Back To Me.

Steal Not This Book For Fear Of Shame For On It Is The Owners Name And When You Die The Lord Will Say Where Is The Book You Stole Away And When You Say You Do Not Know The Lord Will Say Go Down Below.

I Love Pretty Things; And I Hate To Look In The Glass And See Something That Isn't Pretty. It Makes Me Feel So Sorrowful—just As I Feel When I Look At Any Ugly Thing. I Pity It Because It Isn't Beautiful.

There Must Be A Limit To The Mistakes One Person Can Make, And When I Get To The End Of Them, Then I'll Be Through With Them. That's A Comforting Thought

Look, Do You See That Poem?' She Said Suddenly, Pointing.