I Like To Hear A Storm At

It's The Worst Kind Of Cruelty — The Thoughtless Kind. You Can't Cope With It.

There Was Something In Her Movements That Made You Think She Never Walked But Always Danced.

You Noticed That I Wore This Outfit Twice? Why, The Only Thing You Wear Twice Is A Sour Expression.

I Read Somewhere Once That Souls Were Like Flowers,' Said Priscilla. 'then Your Soul Is A Golden Narcissus,' Said Anne, 'and Diana's Is Like A Red, Red Rose. Jane's Is An Apple Blossom, Pink And Wholesome And Sweet.' 'and Our Own Is A White Violet, With Purple Streaks In Its Heart,' Finished Priscilla.

I Think It Would Be Worse To Expect Nothing Than To Be Disappointed.