He Looked Like The Love Thoughts Of

I Made Up My Mind To Keep My Feelings To Myself Since They Did Not Seem To Matter To Anyone Else But Me.

Such As I Am, I Am A Precious Gift.

To Me, Bitterness Is The Under-arm Odor Of Wishful Weakness. It Is The Graceless Acknowledgment Of Defeat.

She Didn't Read Books So She Didn't Know That She Was The World And The Heavens Boiled Down To A Drop.

I Want A Busy Life, A Just Mind, And A Timely Death.