Americans Do Seem To Say Things Which

Just To Be In Love Seemed The Most Blissful Luxury I Had Ever Known. The Thought Came To Me That Perhaps It Is The Loving That Counts, Not The Being Loved In Return -- That Perhaps True Loving Can Never Know Anything But Happiness. For A Moment I Felt That I Had Discovered A Great Truth.

Why Is Summer Mist Romantic And Autumn Mist Just Sad?

Wakings Are The Worst Times--almost Before My Eyes Are Open A Great Weight Seems To Roll On My Heart.

Oh, Comfortable Cocoa!

I Wanted So Terribly To Be Good To Him.