There Was Something In Her Movements That

Life, Deal Gently With Her ... Love, Never Desert Her

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

And If You Couldn't Be Loved, The Next Best Thing Was To Be Let Alone.

In Imagination She Sailed Over Storied Seas That Wash The Distant Shining Shores Of "faëry Lands Forlorn," Where Lost Atlantis And Elysium Lie, With The Evening Star For Pilot, To The Land Of Heart's Desire. And She Was Richer In Those Dreams Than In Realities; For Things Seen Pass Away, But The Things That Are Unseen Are Eternal.

People Who Haven’t Red Hair Don’t Know What Trouble Is.