All Children, Except One, Grow

He Was Never More Sinister Than When He Was Most Polite.

Facts Were Never Pleasing To Him. He Acquired Them With Reluctance And Got Rid Of Them With Relief. He Was Never On Terms With Them Until He Had Stood Them On Their Heads.

Strength Instead Of Being The Lusty Child Of Passion, Grows By Grappling With And Subduing Them.

Because You See When A New Baby Laughs For The First Time A New Fairy Is Born, And As There Are Always New Babies There Are Always New Fairies. They Live In Nests On The Tops Of Trees; And The Mauve Ones Are Boys And The White Ones Are Girls, And The Blue Ones Are Just Little Sillies Who Are Not Sure What They Are.

Heaven For Climate, Hell For Company.