Preserve Your Memories, Keep Them Well, What

Where's The Use Of Looking Nice, When No One Sees Me But Those Cross Midgets, And No One Cares Whether I'm Pretty Or Not?

…tomorrow Was Her Birthday, And She Was Thinking How Fast The Years Went By, How Old She Was Getting, And How Little She Seemed To Have Accomplished. Almost Twenty-five And Nothing To Show For It.

Prosperity Suits Some People, And They Blossom Best In A Glow Of Sunshine; Others Need The Shade, And Are The Sweeter For A Touch Of Frost.

I'm Afraid I Couldn't Like Him Without A Spice Of Human Naughtiness.

I May Be Strong-minded, But No One Can Say I'm Out Of My Sphere Now, For Woman's Special Mission Is Supposed To Be Drying Tears And Bearing Burdens