Give The Children Love, More Love And

But Still, If It's True, How Can It Be A Lie?

I Don't Mind Dying, I'll Gladly Do That, But Not Right Now, I Need To Clean The House First.

I Don't Want To Write For Adults. I Want To Write For Readers Who Can Perform Miracles. Only Children Perform Miracles When They Read.

No Fridolf, Bother All This Learning. I Can't Study Anymore Because I Must Climb The Mast To See What Kind Of Weather We're Going To Have Tomorrow.

What The World Of Tomorrow Will Be Like Is Greatly Dependent On The Power Of Imagination In Those Who Are Learning To Read Today.