The Happiest Folk Are Those That Are

She Hadn't Wanted To Be Loved Carefully, Only Well.

What Could Be More Perfect Than Marrying The Person You Love.

Better To Lose Oneself In Action Than To Wither In Despair.

My Fingers Positively Itched To Drift At Length Along Their Spines, To Arrive At One Whose Lure I Could Not Pass, To Pluck It Down, To Inch It Open, Then To Close My Eyes And Inhale The Soul-sparking Scent Of Old And Literate Dust.

Happiness In Life Is Not A Given, It Must Be Seized.