Just always be waiting for me.

Times have changed since a certain author was executed for murdering his publisher. They say that when the author was on the scaffold he said good-bye to the minister and to the reporters, and then he saw some publishers sitting in the front row below, and to them he did not say good-bye. He said instead, "I'll see you again."

There are few more impressive sights in the world than a Scotsman on the make.

This meal happened to be a make-believe tea, and they sat round the board guzzling in their greed; and really, what with their chatter and recriminations, the noise, as Wendy said, was positively deafening.

Boy, why are you crying?

God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.

Strength instead of being the lusty child of passion, grows by grappling with and subduing them.