“ The young man murmured in his sleep and said, “Dear Sparrow,” and Sparrow felt, for the first time, how the purest joy could be a heaviness. Madeleine Thien
“ I looked long and hard for the paper roses! I found the reddest red ribbon, and a little golden card! We were all there together, many of us, in the same place; but I was the only one who found the pa… C. JoyBell C.
“ Any foolish boy can stamp on a beetle, but all the professors in the world cannot make a beetle. Arthur Schopenhauer
