Speed Is The Curse Of The Age.

I Daresay Freddy Might Not Be A Great Hand At Slaying Dragons- But One Has Not The Smallest Need Of A Man Who Can Kill Dragons!

I Have Seen What Comes Of Being Patient," Amanda Said With A Boding Look. "and I Have No Opinion Of It." "what Does Come Of It?" Inquired Sir Gareth. "nothing!

You Know What I Think? Fate! That's What It Is Fate! There's A Thing That Comes After A Fellow:got A Name,but I Forgot What It Is. Creeps Up Behind Him, And Puts Him In The Basket When He Ain't Expecting It.

I Think Myself I Ought To Be Shot For Writing Such Nonsense.... But It's Unquestionably Good Escapist Literature And I Think I Should Rather Like It If I Were Sitting In An Air-raid Shelter Or Recovering From Flu.

The Marquis Believed Himself To Be Hardened Against Flattery. He Thought That He Had Experienced Every Variety, But He Discovered That He Was Mistaken: The Blatantly Worshipful Look In The Eyes Of A Twelve-year-old, Anxiously Raised To His, Was New To Him, And It Pierced His Defences.