I Think I May Boast Myself To

Where Shall We See A Better Daughter, Or A Kinder Sister, Or A Truer Friend?

He Was The Proudest, Most Disagreeable Man In The World, And Every Body Hoped That He Would Never Come There Again.

Catherine Hoped At Least To Pass Uncensured Through The Crowd. As For Admiration, It Was Always Very Welcome When It Came, But She Did Not Depend On It.

Pity Is For This Life, Pity Is The Worm Inside The Meat, Pity Is The Meat, Pity Is The Shaking Pencil, Pity Is The Shaking Voice-- Not Enough Money, Not Enough Love--pity For All Of Us--it Is Our Grace, Walking Down The Ramp Or On The Moving Sidewalk, Sitting In A Chair, Reading The Paper, Pity, Turning A Leaf To The Light, Arranging A Thorn.

I Do Not Cough For My Own Amusement.