The one single use of things which we call our own is that they might be his who hath need of them.
Tom Brown's SchooldaysHer 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 TitleThere should be a language called Nail, so I could more naturally say, “My nail is a bit rusty.
This Book Has No TitleLittle choices determine habit; Habit carves and molds character Which makes the big decisions.
A Woman's High Calling