…determined To Enjoy Her Luxury

Some Nights Are Like Honey - And Some Like Wine - And Some Like Wormwood.

I've Done My Best, And I Begin To Understand What Is Meant By 'the Joy Of Strife'. Next To Trying And Winning, The Best Thing Is Trying And Failing.

I Wish We Could See Perfumes As Well As Smell Them. I'm Sure They Would Be Very Beautiful.

I Don't Like Green Christmases. They're Not Green—they're Just Nasty Faded Browns And Grays.

There Is Another Bend In The Road After This. No One Knows What Will Happen.