What I Am Looking For

It Is Well We Cannot See Into The Future. There Are Few Boys Of Fourteen Who Would Not Feel Ashamed Of Themselves At Forty.

We Want Everything. All The Happiness That Earth And Heaven Are Capable Of Bestowing. Creature Comforts, And Heart And Soul Comforts Also; And, Proud-spirited Beings That We Are, We Will Not Be Put Off With A Part. Give Us Only Everything, And We Will Be Content. And, After All, Cinderella, You Have Had Your Day. Some Little Dogs Never Get Theirs. You Must Not Be Greedy. You Have Known Happiness. The Palace Was Paradise For Those Few Months, And The Prince's Arms Were About You, Cinderella, The Prince's Kisses On Your Lips; The Gods Themselves Cannot Take That From You.

A Boy's Muscles Move Quicker Than His Thoughts.

If A Man Stopped Me In The Street And Demanded Of Me My Watch, I Should Refuse To Give It To Him. If He Threatened To Take It By Force, I Feel I Should, Though Not A Fighting Man, Do My Best To Protect It. If, On The Other Hand, He Should Assert His Intention Of Trying To Obtain It By Means Of An Action In Any Court Of Law, I Should Take It Out Of My Pocket And Hand It To Him, And Think I Had Got Off Cheaply.

That The Boat Did Not Upset I Simply State As A Fact. Why It Did Not Upset I Am Unable To Offer Any Reason. I Have Often Thought About The Matter Since, But I Have Never Succeeded In Arriving At Any Satisfactory Explanation Of The Phenomenon. Possibly The Result May Have Been Brought About By The Natural Obstinacy Of All Things In This World. The Boat May Possibly Have Come To The Conclusion, Judging From A Cursory View Of Our Behaviour, That We Had Come Out For A Morning's Suicide, And Had Thereupon Determined To Disappoint Us. That Is The Only Suggestion I Can Offer.