You Are Yesterday's Bouquet So Sadly Raided

I Would Be Married, But I'd Have No Wife, I Would Be Married To A Single Life.

People Were Usually Much Better In Their Letters Than In Reality. They Were Much Like Poets In This Way.

The Human Heart, As Of Course We All Know Is Essentially Good

People Are Not Good To Each Other. Perhaps If They Were Our Deaths Would Not Be So Sad.

Well, The Rain Had Stopped But The Pain Was Still There.