I Don't Like People," Said Velvet. "...

From Birth To Death We Are Alone.

The Press Blew, The Public Stared, Hands Flew Out Like A Million Little Fishes After Bread.

Pity Is Exhaustible. What A Terrible Discovery!

A Father Is Always Making His Baby Into A Little Woman. And When She Is A Woman He Turns Her Back Again.

There May Be Wonder In Money, But, Dear God, There Is Money In Wonder.