Come Now, Don't Make Such

While All Is New, All Is Beautiful. That Is A Well-known Song. Yes, And The Next Day The Air Changes Into Another One Equally Well Known.

Come Now, Don't Make Such A Funeral Face. It Isn't Dying That's Sad; It's Living When You're Not Happy.

There Is A Diabolical Streak In Me, A Troublesome And Inexplicable Perversity.

Why, Flowers Are Violent, Cruel, Terrible And Splendid... Like Love!

The Poor Are The Human Manure In Which Grow The Harvests Of Life, The Harvests Of Joy Which The Rich Reap.