If Only A Group Of

We Know A Thing By Its Opposite Corollary; Hot By Having Experienced Cold; Good By Having Decided What Is Bad; Love By Hate.

A Little Thing, Like Children Putting Flowers In My Hair, Can Fill Up The Widening Cracks In My Self-assurance Like Soothing Lanolin.

I Like People, But To Learn About One Individual Always Appeals To Me More Than Anything.

You Are A Dream; I Hope I Never Meet You.

I Do Not Know Who I Am Tonight.