In The Matter Of Furnishing, I Find

Never Touch A Butterfly's Wing With Your Finger.

The Lovesick, The Betrayed, And The Jealous All Smell Alike.

I Am Going Away With Him To An Unknown Country Where I Shall Have No Past And No Name, And Where I Shall Be Born Again With A New Face And An Untried Heart.

What A Wonderful Life I've Had! I Only Wish I'd Realized It Sooner.

To A Poet, Silence Is An Acceptable Response, Even A Flattering One.