Have Your Fun, My Dear;

Self-pity In Its Early Stages Is As Snug As A Feather Mattress. Only When It Hardens Does It Become Uncomfortable.

Well, I Am Happy, And I Won't Fret, But It Does Seem As If The More One Gets The More One Wants.

…she Was One Of Those Happily Created Beings Who Please Without Effort, Make Friends Everywhere, And Take Life So Gracefully And Easily That Less Fortunate Souls Are Tempted To Believe That Such Are Born Under A Lucky Star.

We're Twins, And So We Love Each Other More Than Other People.

Better Lose Your Life Than Your Soul.