She Was Overstrained With Grief

Beware The Artist Who's An Intellectual Also. The Artist Who Doesn't Fit.

Possibly It Had Occurred To Him The Colossal Significance Of That Light Had Now Vanished Forever. [...] It Had Seemed As Close As A Star To The Moon. Now It Was A Green Light On A Dock. His Count Of Enchanted Objects Had Diminished By One.

Somewhere Inside Me There’ll Always Be The Person I Am To-night

One Girl Can Be Pretty - But A Dozen Are Only A Chorus.

She Was A Faded But Still Lovely Woman Of Twenty-seven.