It Was Three O'clock In The Morning

I'm So Glad I Live In A World Where There Are Octobers. It Would Be Terrible If We Just Skipped From September To November, Wouldn't It?

I Have A Little Brown Cocoon Of An Idea That May Possibly Expand Into A Magnificent Moth Of Fulfilment.

But It Ain't Our Feelings We Have To Steer By Through Life--no, No, We'd Make Shipwreck Mighty Often If We Did That. There's Only The One Safe Compass And We've Got To Set Our Course By That--what It's Right To Do.

She Had...the Glimmerings Of A Sense Of Humour - Which Is Simply Another Name For A Sense Of The Fitness Of Things.

Nothing Is Ever Really Lost To Us As Long As We Remember It.