I Don't Know What It Means And

You Have To Give Yourself Credit, Not Too Much Because That Would Be Bragging.

Teacher? I Never Dreamed I Could Rise So High In The World

Sing Your Song. Dance Your Dance. Tell Your Tale.

Oh, God Above, If Heaven Has A Taste It Must Be An Egg With Butter And Salt, And After The Egg Is There Anything In The World Lovelier Than Fresh Warm Bread And A Mug Of Sweet Golden Tea?

I Don't Believe In Happiness Anyway... It's Too Much Of An American Pastime, This Search For Happiness. Just Forget Happiness And Enjoy Your Misery.