A Cold In The Head In June

My Pen Shall Heal, Not Hurt.

Doesn't Matter What A Person's Name Is As Long As He Behaves Himself.

Don't You Know That It Is Only Very Foolish Folk Who Talk Sense All The Time?

I Can't Cheer Up — I Don't Want To Cheer Up. It's Nicer To Be Miserable!

I Love Pretty Things; And I Hate To Look In The Glass And See Something That Isn't Pretty. It Makes Me Feel So Sorrowful—just As I Feel When I Look At Any Ugly Thing. I Pity It Because It Isn't Beautiful.