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As This World Becomes Increasingly Ugly, Callous And Materialistic It Needs To Be Reminded That The Old Fairy Stories Are Rooted In Truth, That Imagination Is Of Value, That Happy Endings Do, In Fact, Occur, And That The Blue Spring Mist That Make An Ugly Street Look Beautiful Is Just As Real A Thing As The Street Itself.

Could You Understand The Meaning Of Light If There Were No Darkness To Point The Contrast? Day And Night, Life And Death, Love And Hatred, Since None Of These Things Can Have Any Being At All Apart From The Existence Of The Other, You Can No More Separate Them Than You Can Separate The Two Sides Of A Coin.

She Long Ago Accepted The Fact That Happiness Is Like, Swallows In Spring. It May Come And Nest Under Your Eaves Or It May Not. You Cannot Command It.

Nothing Living Should Ever Be Treated With Contempt. Whatever It Is That Lives, A Man, A Tree, Or A Bird, Should Be Touched Gently, Because The Time Is Short. Civilization Is Another Word For Respect For Life.

There's Much That Goes To The Makin' Of A Man Or Woman Into Somethin' Better Than A Brute Beast, But There's Three Things In Chief, An' They're The Places Where Life Sets Us Down, An' The Folks Life Knocks Us Up Against, An' -- Not The Things Ye Get, But The Things Ye Don't Get.