I'm Sure I Shall Always Feel Like

I Couldn't Live Where There Were No Trees--something Vital In Me Would Starve.

Kindred Spirits Alone Do Not Change With The Changing Years.

Don't You Know That It Is Only Very Foolish Folk Who Talk Sense All The Time?

I Know I Haven't Much Sense Or Sobriety, But I've Got What Is Ever So Much Better — The Knack Of Making People Like Me.

Don't Look At Me So Sorrowfully And So Disapprovingly, Dearest. I Can't Be Sober And Serious - Everything Looks So Rosy And Rainbowy To Me.