Romance gathers round an old story like lichen on an old branch. And the story of Martin Pippin in the Apple Orchard is so old now - some say a year old, some say even two. How can the children be expected to remember?

Once she kissed me with a jest, Once with a tear - O where's the heart was in my breast, And the ring was in my ear?

Every man's life (and ... every woman's life), awaits the hour of blossoming that makes it immortal ... love is a divinity above all accidents, and guards his …

Out upon you, Jerry! Jerry, you're a pity! Jerry, turn about and plant a garden in the City!

Hansel and Gretel discovered the ginger bread house about 45 minutes after they discovered the mushrooms.

Sometimes I get the start of a story from a memory, an anecdote, but that gets lost and is usually unrecognizable in the final story.

There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before; like the larks in this country…