O Vanity, Mislead No More!

All Is Fish That Comes To The Literary Net. Goethe Puts His Joys And Sorrows Into Poems, I Turn My Adventures Into Bread And Butter.

Money Is A Needful And Precious Thing, And When Well Used, A Noble Thing, But I Never Want You To Think It Is The First Or Only Prize To Strive For. I'd Rather See You Poor Men's Wives, If You Were Happy, Beloved, Contented, Than Queens On Thrones, Without Self-respect And Peace.

Where I Wholly Love I Wholly Trust.

I'm Tired Of Praise; And Love Is Very Sweet, When It Is Simple And Sincere Like This.

I Don't Think Secrets Agree With Me, I Feel Rumpled Up In Mind Since You Told Me That.