There Was A Young Lady Named Mae

My Favorite Journey Is Looking Out The Window.

Having Got Into Bed And Turned Out The Light, I Quietly Burst Into Tears Because I Am Not A Good Person. As They Came And Went For Some Minutes, I Was Concerned With The Words Following 'because' In The Previous Sentence, Rewriting Them Over And Over In My Head Until They Seemed To Be As Close To The Truth As It Was Possible For Me To Make Them.

If You're Doing Nonsense It Has To Be Rather Awful, Because There'd Be No Point.

More Is Happening Out There Than We Are Aware Of. It Is Possibly Due To Some Unknown Direful Circumstance.

God Knows, There's Enough To Worry About Without Worrying About Worrying About Things.