There Is No Confusion Like

Life Plays The Same Lovely And Agonizing Joke On All Of Us.

Receding From Grief, It Seems Necessary To Retrace The Same Steps That Brought Us There.

Beauty And Love Pass, I Know... Oh, There's Sadness, Too. I Suppose All Great Happiness Is A Little Sad. Beauty Means The Scent Of Roses And Then The Death Of Roses-

Do You Ever Wait For The Longest Day Of The Year And Then Miss It? I Always Wait For The Longest Day Of The Year And Then Miss It!

I Hope You Live A Life You're Proud Of...