Pity that child who was born near Rouen, His only crime, to arrive deformed.
Phantom Phantasia: Poetry for the Phantom of the Opera PhanHer name was Janice, but I called her Jan because she was born in December—just like Chris T.
This Book is Not FOR SALEIt’s my birthday, who could be calling me? Probably my clone, wondering why he hasn’t been born yet.
This Book Has No TitleIt doesn't matter if you're born in a duck yard, so long as you are hatched from a swan's egg!
The Ugly DucklingConsciousness provides the fertile ground where seeds of greatness are born.
The Values Pursued Life: Excellence and Greatness from WithinMiss Abbott, don't worry over me. Some people are born not to do things. I'm one of them.
Where Angels Fear to Tread