Babies, Babies, Babies. Why Did God Make

Times Were So Hard It Was Difficult To Feed And Lodge Humans, Much Less Animals.

She Could Not Ignore Life. She Had To Live It And It Was Too Brutal, Too Hostile, For Her Even To Try To Gloss Over Its Harshness With A Smile

The Old Guard Dies But It Never Surrenders.

It's A Curse - This Not Wanting To Look On Naked Realities. Until The War, Life Was Never More Real To Me Than A Shadow Show On A Curtain. And I Preferred It So. I Do Not Like The Outlines Of Things To Be Too Sharp. I Like Them Gently Blurred, A Little Hazy.

God Help The Man Who Ever Really Loves You.