... One Pets What One

... Most People Are Dead, And None Of Them Seem To Mind It. One Hears A Great Many Complaints About Life, Doesn't One? And There Are People I Know Who Would Certainly Grumble -- However Dead They Were -- If There Were Anything To Grumble At.

A Blossom Must Break The Sheath It Has Been Sheltered By.

I Am Never At Picnics. The Ground Was Not Meant To Be Sat Upon In Its Raw State, I Feel Sure, And I Prefer My Food Without Either Caterpillars Or Drafts!

Human Beings Don't Show, Any More Than Cities At Dusk, Their Real Necessities! And Yet If You Looked -- Past The Circle Of Outside Lights, Through The Street Walls Still Standing -- Into The Want And Emptiness Within!

Nobody Can Afford To Appear More Pleasant Than They Really Are!