A Pessimist Is A Man Who Tells

A Kiss Is A Secret Which Takes The Lips For The Ear.

All Our Souls Are Written In Our Eyes.

I-i Am Going To Be A Storm-a Flame- I Need To Fight Whole Armies Alone; I Have Ten Hearts; I Have A Hundred Arms; I Feel Too Strong To War With Mortals- Bring Me Giants!

I Am What I Am Because Early In Life I Decided That I Would Please At Least Myself In All Things.

A Kiss, When All Is Said, What Is It? A Rosy Dot Placed On The 'i' In Loving; Tis A Secret Told To The Mouth Instead Of To The Ear.