Perhaps If I Make Myself Write I

I Could Marry The Devil Himself If He Had Some Money.

Like Many Other Much-loved Humans, They Believed That They Owned Their Dogs, Instead Of Realizing That Their Dogs Owned Them.

I Suppose The Best Kind Of Spring Morning Is The Best Weather God Has To Offer.

I Should Rather Like To Tear These Last Pages Out Of The Book. Shall I? No-a Journal Ought Not To Cheat.

...surely I Could Give Him--a Sort Of Contentment... That Isn't Enough To Give. Not For The Giver.