Give a fool heaven and earth, and all the stars, and he will make ducks and drakes of them. - Howard Pyle

My son," said he, "if every one in your case should shed tears as abundantly as you have done, the world would have been drowned in salt water by this time.
As for your friend, think not ill of him; no man loveth another who is always giving.

You look as hale and strong as ever," says St. Nicholas.
"Ah, yes," says Ill-Luck, "I find plenty to do in this world of woe.

I found myself in Twilight Land.
How I ever got there I cannot tell, but there I was in Twilight Land.
What is Twilight Land? It is a wonderful, wonderful place where no sun shines to scorch your back as you jog along the way, where no rain falls to make the road muddy and hard to travel, where no wind blows the dust into your eyes or the chill into your marrow. Where all is sweet and quiet and ready to go to bed.
Where is Twilight Land? Ah! that I cannot tell you. You will either have to ask your mother or find it for yourself.