... But The Rain Is Full Of

I Would Blossom If I Were A Rose.

That Is My Being, The Madness Of An Unaccustomed Mood.

Life Isn't One Thing After Another, It's The Same Thing Over And Over.

The Longest Absence Is Less Perilous To Love Than The Terrible Trials Of Incessant Proximity.

It's Not True That Life Is One Damn Thing After Another; It Is One Damn Thing Over And Over.