What could be safer than the bus center with its lamps and wheels?
Worse than madness. Sanity.
How can you expect to be rescued if you don’t put first things first and act proper?
Which is better -- to be a pack of painted Indians like you are, or to be sensible like Ralph is? Which is better -- to have rules and agree, or to hunt and kill? Which is better, law and rescue, or hunting and breaking things up?
Heaven lies around us in our infancy.
Nothing is so impenetrable as laughter in a language you don't understand.