Freedom Is Not A License For Chaos.

There Is Much Worth Noticing That Often Escapes The Eye.

Perhaps You'd Care For A Synonym Bun," Suggested The Duke.

And Now," He Continued, Speaking To Milo, "where Were You On The Night Of July 27?" "what Does That Have To Do With It?" Asked Milo. "it's My Birthday, That's What," Said The Policeman As He Entered "forgot My Birthday" In His Little Book. "boys Always Forget Other People's Birthdays.

Perhaps Someday You Can Have One City As Easy To See As Illusions And As Hard To Forget As Reality.

...it's Just As Bad To Live In A Place Where What You Do See Isn't There As It Is To Live In One Where What You Don't See Is.