I Wish Every One In

I Wish I Were Dead, Or That It Were Tomorrow Night,' Groaned Phil.

But She Had Long Ago Learned That When She Wandered Into The Realm Of Fancy She Must Go Alone. The Way To It Was By An Enchanted Path Where Not Even Her Dearest Might Follow Her.

Everything Is New In The Spring. Springs Themselves Are Always So New, Too. No Spring Is Ever Just Like Any Other Spring. It Always Has Something Of Its Own To Be Its Own Peculiar Sweetness.

You Were Never Poor As Long As You Had Something To Love.

But [sorrows] Won't Get The Better Of You If You Face 'em Together With Love And Trust. You Can Weather Any Storm With Them Two For Compass And Pilot.