How shall we ever know if it's morning if there's no servant to pull up the blinds?
It is very well to be able to write a book, but can you waggle your ears?
The door', replied Maimie, 'will always, always be open, and mother will always be waiting at it for me.
Oh the gladness of their gladness when they're glad, And the sadness of their sadness when they're sad; But the gladness of their gladness, and the sadness of their sadness, Are as nothing to their badness when they're bad
Boy, why are you crying?
Always be kinder than necessary.