To Long For Everything: Sorrow; To Accept

Ah, What Happiness It Is To Be With People Who All Are Happy, To Press Hands, Press Cheeks, Smile Into Eyes.

England Is Merely An Island Of Beef Swimming In A Warm Gulf Stream Of Gravy.

Perhaps It Does Not Matter So Very Much What It Is One Loves In This World. But Love Something One Must.

If Only One Could Tell True Love From False Love As One Can Tell Mushrooms From Toadstools.

Oh, Impossible. Fancy Cream Puffs So Soon After Breakfast. The Very Idea Made One Shudder. All The Same, Two Minutes Later Jose And Laura Were Licking Their Fingers With That Absorbed Inward Look That Only Comes From Whipped Cream.