Love, It Is Said, Is Blind, But

Take Care, Lest An Adventure Is Now Offered You, Which, If Accepted, Will Plunge You In Deepest Woe.

I Am Not Young Enough To Know Everything.

Fairies Have To Be One Thing Or The Other, Because Being So Small They Unfortunately Have Room For One Feeling Only At A Time.

Oh, You Mysterious Girls, When You Are Fifty-two We Shall Find You Out; You Must Come Into The Open Then. If The Mouth Has Fallen Sourly Yours The Blame: All The Meanness Your Youth Concealed Have Been Gathering In Your Face. But The Pretty Thoughts And Sweet Ways And Dear, Forgotten Kindnesses Linger There Also, To Bloom In Your Twilight Like Evening Primroses.

Stars Are Beautiful, But They Must Not Take An Active Part In Anything, They Must Just Look On Forever. It Is A Punishment Put On Them For Something They Did So Long Ago That No Star Now Knows What It Was.