Mr. Twit was a twit. He was born a twit. And, now at the age of sixty, he was a bigger twit than ever.

I understand what you're saying, and your comments are valuable, but I'm gonna ignore your advice.

I'm right and you're wrong, I'm big and you're small, and there's nothing you can do about it.

Perhaps it's chasing me. But I don't think it will ever catch me because I am moving fast.

Fairy tales have always got to have something a bit scary for children - as long as you make them laugh as well.

I shall never have a bath again," I said. "Just dont have one too often," my grandmother said. "Once a month is quite enough for a sensible child." It was at times like these that I loved my grandmother more than ever.

There is something about very cold weather that gives one an enormous appetite. Most of us find ourselves beginning to crave rich steaming stews and hot apple pies and all kinds of delicious warming dishes; and because we are all a great deal luckier than we realize, we usually get what we want—or near enough.